18 July, I'm reading Ali Trotta's "The Year We Got Rid of Our Ghosts"

The #poem's second to last stanza was a gem:
"No one loses
what they love—
the ocean may become
a storm, but it is still
water, it still craves being,
becoming, relearning
itself, reuniting
all the old-new spaces."


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Third Week of the Seventh Month, *and* a full moon (hexed by teenagers apparently), I'm reading Rae Hoffman Jager's #poem "Northern Mockingbird"

I'm sure I've for a few times interacted with Northern Mockingbirds (Mimus polyglottos) as a language teacher having lunch outside in the university quads. I wonder when next I will and if I'll still be a language teacher then.


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#poem : a composition, not in verse, of which the language is highly imaginative or impassioned

- French: poem

- German: das Gedicht

- Italian: poesia, poema

- Portuguese: poema

- Spanish: el poema


Learn more languages @ wordofthehour.org/r/more

I'm getting my dates mixed up. Today is the 23rd of July. So I'm reading JD Fox's recently published #poem "Coloring the Sun You Know"

Curiously I liked the echoing "I know"s in this poem, and the annoyingly talkative adult in the room.


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For July 24, I'm reading "Galileo Flies at Midnight" by Mary A. Turzillo

This line of the #poem: "That language is encrypted in the fire that launched you" gave me the shudders.


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❤️ Berryman.
RT @StuartDischell@twitter.com

John Berryman

Born: October 25, 1914--January 7, 1972

“I am the little man who smokes & smokes.
I am the girl who does know better but.
I am the king of the pool.
I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.”

I wish to soak
in the sea
but you always bring me
to the shores,
why do you envy me?
Because I have your memories?
have mercy,
I have only those for this life!

~ Dew Drop

I am the shores
who tries
to hold your hand,
but you always escape;
I never heard a story
where waves cease at shores,
but I keep hope,
who knows -
love might be a magic?

~ Dew Drop

"I live in a golden cage,
It shines bright and sparkles in the sun.
I can not fly. I can not die.

I live in a golden cage,
It has long rims and a golden swing.
But bound are my wings,
untouched by the northern winds.

I live in a golden cage,
Happy as any would be free.
Why shouldn't I be?" ~ maryam

(a little something I wrote a while back, pls be kind :blobpeek: )

“Half alive, hoping to see
Another day under the sky
With a voice in the head so wry
And you want me to smile?
I dare you, boy, make me!” — @vaishax

#amwriting #amwritingpoetry #thestoryhall #poetry #poetrywriter #poetrycommunity #medium #standingtall


Just human
No uniform
And we're hoping you see us too
Just labour
labour without a force
But may the force be with you


There are two kinds of poets.
Those who write the truth, and those who do not write poems.

#poetry #poetrycommunity #PoetryOnMastodon

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