I Promised the Stars I promised the stars I’d love you forever and they laughed probably because they’ve burned for ages but they heard me say your name In a vow that outlived an eternity of dying suns and even the oldest among them fell quietly into agreement

Even if the stars go out Let the infinite remain starless and the wide ocean lose its immensity but never let the light in your eyes or the essence of you fade

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] —e.e. cimmings

Dreams of You I find dreams of you intoxicating, as the night whispers your distant name. Heady memories of you torment me sweetly, and guide me in silence. Wait for me, I’ll be with you when my time comes.

Entre Sueños de Ti Cómo encuentro sueños de ti embriagantes,
en la noche que susurra tu nombre distante. 
Embriagantes recuerdos, dulce tormento,
que me guía en silencio. 
Espérame, que estaré contigo
cuando llegue, al fin, mi tiempo.

The Night Jupiter Kissed Venus My heart didn’t whisper.
It reached for your hand in the dark and prayed your name; leaving a light on to let the world know it chose you.

LA DISTANCIA El mundo es ruido relojes y distancias pero tu mano encuentra la mía y de pronto la distancia entre dos corazones cabe enteramente en la magia de una palma

You saw my vulnerability and just went with it, didn't you? DIDN'T you? #poetry

MY BIG HANDS My hands are larger than they need to be for lifting for carrying for holding on Yet the older I get the less I want to grip the world I want these big hands for gentleness to touch what’s fragile without breaking it and leave every heart I reach feeling safe

HURTLING The cliff isn’t a question We’re already falling through days that disappear as soon as the sun rises So I’ll spend this brief descent loving fiercely laughing often holding every hand I can reach and I’ll meet the ground with a heart still wide open

TREASURE There’s an urgency in the way I think of you not to rush your beauty, but to savor it. To hear your voice, hold your hand, and stay close a little longer. My heart keeps returning to the same thought you are my treasure

LA LUNA AZUL Ya que no puedo besarte, voy a pensarte. Ya que no puedo tocarte, voy a soñarte. Ya que no puedo verte, Voy a esperarte.

THE DREAM You kissed me as a ghost in a dream,
as soft and familiar as the memory of your breath. I woke to an empty room,
and carried your impossible kiss all day You can always find me somewhere between sleep and grief

everything has a fault line gaps actively pulling apart with us no different every rift begins with a lowering still the wildflowers push through #vivacious emerges from the #rift #Emoetry @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social @blackwings182.bsky.social #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

THIS IS YOU Your essence is intoxicating and enchanting to see you and have you and hold you and when I’m beside you every good thing in me blooms because of you

the quiet habits of threatened things smoke signals shoulder shrugs emotional metaphors of evasion under warning even storms break windows then disappear in whispers #threatened #Emoetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social #poetry #poem #writing #WritingCommunity‬

Small things A spoon left by the sink the dog turning twice before lying down the sound of tires on gravel coffee cooling too fast shirt sleeves rolled unevenly Laughter in another room Most days are made almost entirely of things people forget Still they carry us from morning to night

The fan above the bed turns faithfully all night moving the heat in the room from one corner to another A small wind touching my face the way sleep sometimes does

Wanting is the tide pulling outward. Needing is the moon holding the ocean in place.

Notes for Radical Living -Tilda Swinton

IN PASSING I don’t need everything only some of the small moments like a thought crossing your mind during your morning routine showing up in the middle of a smile or resting along your last thought before you fall asleep

Tonight you came to hold an audience and brought a circus of bears and giraffes and I’ll sleep soundly knowing you’re watching

The light rests against your face and you look untouched by it all the leaving the waiting the ache of things changing you keep filling my emptyiness with color anyway and it all feels larger than the two of us we’ve made an agreement with the world that even broken patterns are still worth fixing

Oblique Strategy 05.08.2026 Abandon normal instruments.

Oblique Strategy 05.07.2026 Tape your mouth.

How much of who we become is choice and how much is interruption?

I almost posted this yesterday, but I told myself there would probably be a relevant #prompt soon--and lo! #return #vssdaily #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #moving #bloomscrolling #booksky (ok that last one might just be wishful thinking)

I once had my breath taken Now it’s hard to breathe Now I forget to breathe Now I hold my breath All for the thought of you

Be brave. Do not despair. You will beautifully rebloom.

I will look for you. I will look for you in the twilight. I will look for you in all the colors painted in nature. I will also look for you in the wind that wraps around me and there feel your embrace. I will always look for you.

I lie still in bed these days and listen to my breath steady and unobligated filling the quiet you left behind Inhales prove I’m still here and exhales are reprieves from the exhaustion of holding on to you as I relearn myself

Love begins with a smile. -St. Mother Teresa

I took a picture of the night sky from the porch when you left in the hopes of finding you.

I dreamed we walked in the woods and the blackberry brambles behind the house You strung lights in the hickories and laughed silly at the wild but I was stuck in mud and worry So you came steady and bright All I wanted was your hands your kisses and a home in your love

trust the universe - it knows the way and so do you #haiku

Morning Reprieve The sun leans in to touch the floor, A quiet hum behind the door. In steam that rises from a cup, I find the grace to look back up. It’s in the breeze, the morning blue, The simple ways I think of you— A sudden light, a soft release, Where every small thing turns to peace.

When death enters the room poetry becomes useless metaphors fall silent words forget definitions a hand goes still in another hand and all that’s left is a breath counting itself down plain as a door closing unexplained

Untitled (605 South), 2019

Yeah Sure Maybe Perhaps lay out the moments put’em on the table this and this and this should be enough but maybe I changed them unwittingly start over same moments same answers same doubts not sure I’m looking for truth or just a way to not believe I’m tired but I can’t stop

For this week's #PoemsAbout #SignalLoss -- it doesn't. Thank you to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers. #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets

Untitled (flower study), 2020

UNTITLED (4.23.26) I wanted to be a stone wall turns out I’m only a busted gate left open to sorrow unable protect you let me kiss the bruise little bear we’ll learn loss together

Daisies (for Andy), 2018

My latest collection seems to feel right at home in Glacier National Park. 😁 More info. in alt text. #PoetryCommunity #Enlightenment #Awakening #Peace #Spirituality #Spiritual #Nature #Druid #Wiccan #Pagan #Christian #Witch #Warlock #Spooktober #Serenity #NaturalTheology #Mindfulness #Astrology

@mother-poet.bsky.social is worth her weight in gold and this poem is a real inspiration!

Y'ALL THIS POEM HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR A PUSHCART PRIZE OMG 😱😭🥹 #poem #poetry #PushcartPrize