there must be darkness to see the stars #resist

Good Pesach, Happy Easter blessed Spring, y'all! 🪺 🦢 ☀️🌿 #art Ann Mortimer #resist

green breast of the hummingbird; eye of the pond; wet face of the lily; bright, puckered knee of the broken oak; red tulip of the fox’s mouth; the up-swing, the down-pour, the frayed sleeve of the first snow so the gods shake us from our sleep. #poem excerpt: Mary Oliver #art Dawn Derman

What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking?

He was very weary; the day had been long, and full of dragons.

Injustice makes the rules and courage breaks them.

In that moment Ged understood the singing of the bird, and the language of the water falling in the basin of the fountain, and the shape of the clouds, and the beginning and end of the wind that stirred the leaves.

Last call for haiku in the 2026 Solitary Daisy Haiku Contest! Submissions close April 4th at midnight Pacific Time. Details and entry form here: thesolitarydaisy.ca/haiku-contest/

#短歌 #tanka #poem spring wind when I run out of words on the path home I let the birds finish my poem

#短歌 #tanka a restless sea after the people on the island got lonely the island drifted to another island

first light the iris opening to watch herself bloom #♡ᝰ.🖋️ #poetrysky #poetry #poem #blueskypoets #micropoetry #poetrycommunity

small brown birds of spring how your loud hallelujahs complicate the air

A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart.

illuminated the weeds growing quietly cold under the moon

#art Kenji #haiku #micropoem wisteria moon #resist

I am shown the path I had lost in the mountainy mist. I'm writing of you. There are fires to be suffered, the blaze of cruelty, the smoulder of inextinguishable longing, even the gentle candleflame of peace that burns too. I'm writing of you. #poem excerpt: Norman MacCaig #art Kyaw Kyaw Winn

Seven white butterflies delicate in a hurry look how they bang the pages of their wings as they fly see how they banter & riot & rise each settles on a grassy stem now all seven rapidly sipping who would have thought it could be so easy? #poem excerpt: Mary Oliver #art Marianne Jensen #resist

Fata Morgana in the far cold northern waters — perhaps clouds, maybe ice-goddesses — sea isles #poem L.C. Goodwin #haiku #micropoem #art Carolyn Marks Blackwood #CallAndResponse #resist

#art Georgia O'Keeffe #haiku #micropoem fata morgana #resist

Ged stood still a while, like one who has received great news, and must enlarge his spirit to receive it.

across the dawn sky humid haze catches the mist swallows hovering #dailyhaikuprompt swallows

#art Thomas Alexander #haiku #micropoem swallowtail #resist

TOMORROW: Be a part of history! Show the world that the majority of Americans oppose the most corrupt, inept, criminal, orange "president" in U.S. History. NO KINGS. Also: NO SERIAL LIARS/CONVICTED FELONS/ADJUDICATED RAPISTS & NO ILLEGAL WAR IN IRAN Be there. Make your voices heard! 🇺🇸 ✊ #NO_KINGS

#短歌 #tanka Can you feel it? an unwritten poem and an unsung birdsong have been blown off the tree by a hidden spring wind

But in time nothing can be without becoming.

I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.

If cherry blossoms were a movie 🌸

✨️☀️🌿

Queen Anne's lace is hardly prized but all the same it isn't idle look how it stands straight on its thin stems how it scrubs its white faces with the rags of the sun how it makes all the loveliness it can ☀️🌿 #poem excerpt: Mary Oliver #art Jeanne Amato #resist

the tales of the woods kept alive in warbler’s lungs little forest bard #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (In German, the warbler is called „Waldsänger“, which means forest singer) #photography Pat Shaw / Jeff Brooks

A scientist can pretend that his work isn't himself, it's merely the impersonal truth. An artist can't hide behind the truth. He can't hide anywhere.

morning sun peeking from behind dogwood branches yellow warbler #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt

Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud, flash of blue in a cool moss bank, tips of tulips promising flowers to a blue-winged loon. movement of seed in furrowed earth, blackbird whistling sweet and clear from a green-sprayed bough. #poem excerpt: James Hearst #art Gardenia #resist

If there were dreams to sell, What would you buy? Some cost a passing bell; Some a light sigh, That shakes from Life's fresh crown Only a rose-leaf down. If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rang the bell, What would you buy? #poem excerpt: Thomas L. Beddoes #art BTG

lazy spring brook the days stretching as long as a heron’s wings #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (long day)

Nonexistent.

the lost princess became a peregrine and learned to fly . . . . become a hawk the wicked princess tore her brother's hand . . . a shy princess transformed into an owl came to love the night #haiku #UnknownFairyTales

He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.

Poor cadet earth, so clumsy and so slow, how, laboring with clods, can she keep pace with Air, the firstborn element, tossing clouds to and fro? #poem 1/2

without regret they fall and scatter — cherry blossoms 🌸🌿 #poem Issa #haiku #micropoem #art Thuynh #resist

Each star a rung, night comes down the spiral staircase of the evening. ✨️ #poem excerpt: Faiz Ahmed Faiz #art Akageno Saru #resist

What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking?

#art Glyn Rand #haiku #micropoem celandine (buttercups) #resist

let us remember #resist

Everything dreams. The play of form, of being, is the dreaming of substance.

Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part.

cherry blossom time in Seattle 🌸🌸🌸🤍🤍🤍

When they were tired Night rained her thick dark sleep upon their eyes 🌙 #poem Sappho Translation: Mary Barnard #micropoem #art Will Barnet

Greening: Notes from a Threatened Nation hear a wingbeat in the quiet depth of night hear a heartbeat forever beyond sight reach for blessing watching darkness yield to light: as new leafbuds achieve cold morning sun and crocus open one by one by one 🌱 #poem L.C. Goodwin #art Candy Bandong

Crow talks in her crooked voice she teaches fledglings, new citizens of Crow Nation lessons faithfully passed down to her of feather-care, of first flights of stealthy cats and sudden winds #poem 1/2