i think i'd rather advertise my flaws— they say far better things about me than mere virtues ever could—for what's the worth of doing good when doing otherwise was not even an option? #poetry #wip (maybe)

the cluttered mind collapses: fractures first, then falls to bits; each tiny piece detaches for their edges never fit #poetry

quick, fleeting frost-like thoughts iced over, crystallized in mental amber (a #haiku again! apparently the only kind of #poem i can complete lately haha)

spicy sweet cold sinks into the shadows of this sunny winter day #haiku #poetry

snowmelt, washed away, joins with the earth in part, at least; and, though earnest are the offerings it leaves, in time, it yet again will freeze. #poetry #poem

violet-tinted mist makes up the morn and in the distance calls the horn across the sea, striving to warn #poetry

maestro stills their hand; a dropped baton draws one more swell out from the band as if a wand casting upon the world a spell #poetry

you! it's you! i never knew what love meant 'til we met — it's true! ...but hasn't happened, yet #poetry

i wish the wind would blow again, and stir the stagnant steam sitting so heavy in the air. i cannot stand the sickly scent that seeps and sticks inside my nose, to all my clothes; not sulphuric, but quite close; a far cry from how a storm's supposed to smell. #Poetry

i'm bathing in sunlight, topped by foamy bubbles; left to simmer, i'm a swimmer, and the water is my keep. but oh, the way that star-! it burns, and boils like the sea! #poetry #author

wrote a haiku then had the thought: "what if i wrote this as a freeform?" #poetry

silky steam is dancing through the air —fleeting and free, without a care, no chain, no cage, no cause to bare; were i the same, what would i dare? #poetry #poem #author

winter holds her breath— in the silence all that's left are the marks that mar the surface of the snow. in between each moment, one second to the next, if you stop and wait a truth to you is shown— halfway you will be met by a wordless message sent, within which you'll find all that you need to know

halo on the water dark, whipcord thin and sharp as shale— a knife that cuts as though a gale, illuminates the tree line stark. sweet onlooker, take in the sight, and know that soon the sun will crest; be witness as it journeys west, all while carving out the night. #poetry #author

the moon is out in daytime, not a cloud is to be seen, for this past evening's winter gales have blown them north. the sun, it hovers south of west, thirty degrees until it sets; and in the east, the darkness waits, to occupy what room is made. #poetry #author

i've never felt so clean as in the middle of a storm, swept up by the wind and set alight; i could have sworn it was as though i were in flight #author #poetry #wip

my body, eternal: i'm messed up, i'm mortal— i sing at the top of my lungs all my thoughts, they are hung from the sky, like a noose from on high, then cut loose— i'm losing, i'm lost, oh my mind! will you love it in kind? will you treasure this brain and this body the same? #poetry #author

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a spray of snow is dancing down off of the branches overhead; crystal and cold, sunlight weaving through each mote just like a thread. walking below, this moment catches on my eye as though a snare; blinding and bold before the moment passes on without a care

winter sinks its teeth in, but summer won't let go; autumn obfuscates the fraying edges of the world. #poetry #author

it's morning now and frost gilds every blade of grass like silver leaf that frames the edges of each page in some old and precious book #tanka #poetry #author

hours after sunset, moonlight catching on frost as it forms on the grass #haiku #poetry #author

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blushing trees form a corridor; down the lane, branches all comport to weave together in a lattice of bright leaves, through which fall winds blow and autumn sunlight sieves #poetry #author

autumn is as always: at 9 upon the clock. as flowers droop trees fill with fruit before the harvest stops. leaves begin to color, then begin to fall, heralding the season that is coldest of them all. #poetry #author

the sun, over easy, round and pale behind a glaze of morning fog #author #poetry

when crows fly overhead i feel no dread, for what is there to fear? can omens be so clear as to be firmly found as fact? i think not, there is no tact in a fortune set in stone. luck cannot alone decide your fate, nor portents implicate a future that is fixed, for it can always be remixed #author

you think that they can make you strong without looking within? strength that comes from someone else is weakness, in the end. you think that you can lean on them when all is said and done? a tree that grows entwined with stilts can never stand alone. #poetry #author

i know my arms are far too small to hold all that you are; i know my strength is far too weak to get me very far. my sentiments are not worth much when weighed against my acts —though they are few, there's nothing quite so heavy as a lack. #poetry #author #wip ?

walking wilderness timeless treasures in these woods not a breath wasted #haiku

its on reflex i flinch away from this scrupulous gaze, this scalpel to my flesh, chisel to my stone, creator, curator, and cure, come to carve away all the negative space around and in my bones. how can i do anything else? the artist always sees far more than any critic could #poetry #author

the damp fall air is sweet with decomposition; detritus from the storm decorates the yard, an autumnal display designed with artifice by October herself #poetry #author

i hold on to some affinity for the autumn storm, more so than even summer's rain for all that it is warm, and clean, and peaceful, still it cannot cleanse the way October torrents can #author #poetry

poem also in the alt text #author #poetry

cozy in our homes autumn begins to darken something burns at dawn #vss365 #haiku

Tuesday the sky is unbearably big today and the sun is unbearably bright, when only the other morning it sat dim and fat behind a veil of claustrophobic fog, round and doughy as a steamed dumpling ready to be plucked out of the clouds. #author #poetry

writco.in/Poem/P218100... #author #poetry

a chasm emerging between us on a winter night my universe exists within you but for you I'm just an illusion heaven bent my love reaching across drifting in darkness waiting for the starlight at the very end a comforting silence after the monologue of netherworld #vss365 #poetry

there's a certain truth i know that you don't know —not that you ever tried, but that just goes to show the nature of this beast that sleeps between us. #author #poetry #wip

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do you hear the chanting of the waves? the ocean's chorus, here to sing again— no bard could ever know these deep sea tales, ancient epic poems can't compare. this harmony—it hums, it speaks, it yells; it comes alive in ever growing swells. #vss365 #chanting

call it fate or luck a minuscule test of faith then overcome it #vss365

infinitesimal—every thought, i think, is minuscule compared to you: immense, intense, eternal—each & every inch, even internal #vss365

river rocks lined up neatly in a row on my window sill 'neath which roses grow. worn smooth by the water, eroded by the sand, round or flat or angled or patterned like a brand. none the same and each its own as varied as the snow— each shaped by the river, molded by its flow. #author #poetry

silver five crows in a rowan tree. one takes flight away from me. one lets out a bragging caw, one replies—call, response. one is brave as i approach, scolds me well in mean reproach. one is shy, and turns away— perhaps we'll meet some other day #author #poetry

from this mountain i see far into the valley; forest covers every ridge, each tree a tally. in the distance sits a bridge closing the gap across the width of a great river. my eyes map this stretch of land, barely a sliver of whats there—and yet still grand. #author #poetry

a single drop of rain lands upon my cheekbone these tears are not my own but someone else's. the sky is weeping once again, mournful wails of wind, waiting for this weather to rescind i cannot cry for my own self nor can i ever ask for help— i only sublimate my fears unsure of how i may appear #wip

washed in autumn rains a long lost feeling of pain fusing with my core #haiku

a stick cracks in the woods— the sharp end of the pick has found a fault line in the silence. #author #poetry #micropoetry #wip

a quicksilver trout cuts the water's surface, darts back to the depths #author #haiku #poetry