Who are your favorite poets?
Hello, fellow fediverse poetry lovers! Like the title suggests, who are your favorite poets? I figured a post like this could be fun and could help us all discover new poets!...
Moira, to poetry #Poem a day for about eighty days, #thread. These are from my #poetry books from awhile back. >>
s h e s e l l s b o o k s
from nine to six. They are
good books, well bound, well written, colorful
to the eye, and children love them, butthe town is poor. She sits waiting for hours
for one grandmother to come in and buy one book
for a favored grandchild. The owner of the storeis her friend; she cannot leave her just now, but the store,
she knows, is not her place in life. All
she has ever wanted is to farm: at evening,when the dinner things are cleared, and the hot sun
drops behind the cottonwood, she farms.
Food for the ducks, and soapy water for broccoli;old lettuce gone to seed comes out; the hay
is rearranged, and fall peas go in. She stops
only to hear the geese pass overhead,then bends among her plants until the stars,
first one and then another, leap and are caught
in the hair of approaching night, so like her hair.She comes in, soiled to the elbows, leans against
the table, extending an open palm. "Look,"
she says, her eyes afire. "Marigold seeds!"
MaJ1, to poetry Warrior II
Our heroine returns
Triumphant and happyThe cunning trapping of mice
She witnessed with mirthClose to the action as always
Feet clad in rainbows to spread joyThe journey back
In carriage grandHer coach man
Kind and reverentShe reaches the safety
Of dwelling perched highTo celebrate victory
With goblet of fine wineBut not uninjured she
Wounds of body and of mindNear death
We feared her for a while🧵 1/2
#poetry #today #TheMammutMoves
MaJ1, Warrior II (cont.)
But rest and
Repast sustainingAids recovery
Of warrior braveFor she a fierce warrior
Whose Human heart did endure!
canusfeminacanis, German @si_irini @dgar @evelynefoerster @MaJ1
Paddy Nolan, Trinity College law school grad, moved to Calgary Alberta Canada in the early 1900's.
Paddy travelled to clients and court via his cart .Driving alongside the Bow River, the horse shied. Paddy ended up in the river; his cart stayed with the horse . Paddy was due in court in less than an hour.
Paddy made it to court on time, wrapped in nothing but a blanket. When asked, Paddy replied,
'I'm here, your honour, to present the naked truth.'
stevencudahy, to poetry
sj_ashcroft2, en-gb Whoopee, @Aphelion....!
But I am afraid I, also, must consider sleep. You have exhausted me with all this excitement.
Aphelion, @sj_ashcroft2 ok sweet dreams to you! The stick will still be here when you wake 🖤🖤🖤 *Mwah!*☺️
stevencudahy, to poetry 'how to write a poem about a prompt'
get prompt
feel language strain, slice, split containment and split
worry
read clock
bury self in time, in work, in distraction
return to prompt
the word is noise is frozen fire razor-edged
worry
slice ribboned mind to bleed words through
worry more
words flood torrent drowns
write
erase
drowning, weep
write
erase
panic
repeat until there's no time
breathe shallow
post
panic
repeat#Poetry #Writing #MastoPrompt
Thanks @tanweerdar - sequence.
sj_ashcroft2, en-gb You love to live dangerously, @Aphelion ,,,
However, it is getting late, and I think @stevencudahy has the right idea.
Aphelion, @sj_ashcroft2 @stevencudahy I’ll give you the same advice. Rest up, you’ll need it 😳🤭😉
Aphelion, to poetry Atom by atom
Let entropy
Dismantle me
That I may
One day
Coalesce as
Something worthy
Of this fire
You’ve ignited
Within.
sj_ashcroft2, en-gb [Loudly, for public audience]
WHAT!!! @Aphelion wants me to think that?!? What a fool I've been![Whispers privately]
Do you really think I did not know that, @stevencudahy ?Just don't tell her I know...
Aphelion,
rticks, to poetry
rticks, The Horn of Christmas Valere
#WOT #Amazon #RobertJordan #WheelofTime #AChristmasCarol #Poetry
rticks, Check out Emmit Other's poem!
iraantlers, (edited ) to poetry compare walt whitman’s “song of myself” from “leaves of grass“ with this poem by jorie graham (see below).
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45477/song-of-myself-1892-version
#poetry
#WaltWhitman
#JorieGraham https://mastodon.online/@iraantlers/109376137601515795
perseus, @iraantlers yours certainly ;)
iraantlers, @perseus aww :)
haikushack, to poetry I needed to publish this rant. I'm really tired of the way we treat poets in our freebie culture.
Narayoni, @haikushack @poetry @bookstodon wow I had absolutely no idea something like this was happening for so long. It doesn't make any logical sense to me as to why this has been happening. I mean what is the thought process? Poetry is a form of creativity, just like prose. It shouldn't be devalued like this. I personally think poetry is so much more difficult to create and understand. How is this not obvious to people who expect poets to give away their hard work for free.
Rhube, @haikushack @poetry @bookstodon I find this such a terrible attitude!
Obviously I want my poems to be read & respected, but I don't think it's weird or unreasonable to want to be paid for my labour.
As a fiction writer, I am used to writing being grossly underpaid for the work involved, but the idea that it's somehow gauche to expect to be paid at all...
Poetry is labour. It has a concrete value. People should pay for it, and at least some of that money should go to the person who wrote it!
Aphelion, to poetry Shards of
Blue sky
Embedded in
Soft skin,
Bleed the
Shadows
From me,
Work their
Way into
The vein,
Betray this
Darkened
Heart
sj_ashcroft2, en-gb @Aphelion AAAAARGHHHH 😱😱😱
Aphelion, @sj_ashcroft2 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤭🖤
Aphelion, to poetry Feed
Lichen my
Last breath,
Bones wept
Flesh for
Carrion,
Rivers of
Blood run
Dry.
sj_ashcroft2, en-gb @Aphelion I'm doomed... 🤣
Aphelion, @sj_ashcroft2 you were from the start
Aphelion, (edited ) to poetry The amalgam
Of Sun’s mercy,
Embered waves
Of liquid gold
Soothe the
Landscape,
Smooth the
Jagged shore
Of my longing
sj_ashcroft2, en-gb In the end, it would be bizarre to leave public posts with a positive desire to avoid comments and to see them as intrusive @stevencudahy & @Aphelion. If they become sufficiently personal, one has to be careful that such comments are wanted, I agree. But, generally...
[Psst... Michelle... whisper in case he hears us, but when are we going to hijack another of Steven's threads with more daftness about big sticks...??? 🤣]
Aphelion, @sj_ashcroft2 @stevencudahy [as soon as the coast is clear!]
Aphelion, to poetry Come
Conjure
Me out
Of this
Dead sleep,
With the
Black art
Of your
Desire.
sj_ashcroft2, en-gb Then we shall be doomed together, @Aphelion... let us embrace this fate with due fortitude... 🤣
Aphelion, @sj_ashcroft2 it helps to not be doomed alone 🤣
Aphelion, to poetry I spend
Every night
Drunk on
Moonlight
Waiting for
Your touch
sj_ashcroft2, @Aphelion Indeed. Shocked...
😇
Aphelion, @sj_ashcroft2 and if you buy that I have a bridge to sell ya
fkamiah17, to poetry You've always got to find a few minutes in your day for Seamus Heaney ...
Here he is reading it himself:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhSUj7ixYTk
#Bookstodon #Poetry #Nature #Swans
handmade_ghost, @fkamiah17 I have! My daughter was eight or so, we built a blanket fort in the living room and an imaginary campfire in the center and listened to it together (not all in one go). Magic.
handmade_ghost, @fkamiah17 Oh, that's wonderful! I'm afraid our homemade Anglo-Saxon village was more like Robert Louis Stevenson's "Land of Counterpane" 😂. It's a testament to the poem that we were nevertheless utterly transported by hearing it aloud.
Hello, fellow fediverse poetry lovers! Like the title suggests, who are your favorite poets? I figured a post like this could be fun and could help us all discover new poets!...
gersande, to poetry Fragment of a poem I wrote in 2016:
Susan_Larson_TN, to poetry The following poem covers the my journey of self-discovery and Transformation The vivid and poignant #Poetry captures the profound odyssey of embracing one's authentic self.
Through evocative verses, the poem navigates the struggles, personal courage, and ultimate triumph of a trans woman's gender transition.
Susan_Larson_TN, An unobtainable dream, bottom surgery's cost, a mountain to climb. A generous benefactor's kindness intervened. A clinic in Thailand, a path set to explore. Living my life with a philosophy that it never hurts to ask for more, a proposal is sent.
God finally answered my prayers my destiny is finally unfolding, No longer fearing rejection, but seeking hope's embrace. With every step taken, I have a new chapter to face. The plane flies across the world, aloft in skies both vast and blue.
Susan_Larson_TN, My destination is transformation, my long journey I still pursue. Airport gates and bustling crowds, my heart aflutter. Embarking on my quest, there are dreams I still must uncover. My eyes focused on the horizon, the world blossoms like new. To Thailand I ventured, my heart open and wide. Airport bound, I stood waiting for my ride with my dreams in my eyes. The flight touches down, all is right in my life.
Aphelion, to poetry
sj_ashcroft2, en-gb No, that will be the coffee snorkelling, @Aphelion.
Aphelion, @sj_ashcroft2 you left out the fact that it was completely your fault!!
Aphelion, (edited ) to poetry
sj_ashcroft2, en-gb I also make no admission, @Aphelion 🧐
Aphelion, @sj_ashcroft2 Mm hmm 👀 we will see about that
Aphelion, to poetry A thousand
Lifetimes
Could not
Erase the
Desire behind
Your eyes,
The memory
Of our bodies
Entwined in
The holy dark
johnandersson, @Aphelion You should really have a listen to Vilma Flood! If you haven't heard her already. She just leaped into my mind when reading your poem again. A great studio live performance.
Aphelion, @johnandersson thank you kindly! I’ll give it a listen 🖤
Aphelion, to poetry
LT3005, @Aphelion
the artifact, it
desired to be perceived, but
nascent souls slumbered.
Aphelion, @LT3005 beautiful
KissAnne, (edited ) to poetry Finnish I never understood wind.
You know, I know
windmills very much.
I have studied it
better than anybody
else. It’s very expensive.
They are made in China
and Germany mostly.
—Very few made here, almost none,
but they are manufactured, tremendous
—if you are into this—
tremendous fumes. Gases are
spewing into the atmosphere. You know
we have a world
right?
~ D. #Trump
12/21/2019 #poem #poetry #triggerwarning
greenCoder, Finnish @KissAnne Covfefe
KissAnne, Finnish