As we enter a new year, it’s worth remembering the many reasons why this is a special place to be alive.
Bats can hear shapes.
Plants can eat light.
Bees can dance maps.
We can hold all these ideas at once and feel both heavy and weightless with the absurd beauty of it all.
Happy Spring! May it be filled with flowers, poetry, and sunshine.
✨Happy World Poetry Day ✨
“Isn’t every season, no matter what we call it, shadow season?”
— Carl Phillips, from “Stop Shaking,” Poetry (vol. 221, no. 2, November 2022)
Happy World Poetry Day to the poets and the poetry lovers. Lean into those shadows <3
Anonymous asked:
hi sora, may i know what's your favorites poems?
soracities answered:
It’s National Great Poetry Reading Day. Here, have some Good Poems™.
every time i ask for poetry recs no one gives me any so i am BEGGING pls respond with poetry recs. nothing rupi kaur/insta poet-esque, but anything else i’m down for!!! classic poets, modern poets, short poems, long poems, prose, and any poetry sub-genre are welcome!! PLEASEEE!!!
Has anyone got any recommendations for @spellokay? We’ll go first. How about Ocean Vuong, H.D., Rebecca Tamás?
1. long after
2. fawn-like
3. milk teeth
4. devil town
5. rusted
6. love you’ve given
7. real angel
8. driving past your elementary school
9. contamination
10. 2:21 AM
11. forgotten room
12. dollmaker
13. blade
14. husk
15. never
16. seed moon
17. bread and wine
18. day of rain
19. ecological crisis
20. espalier
21. reclamation
22. clever prey
23. peach blossom
24. eyes in the dark
25. sanity
26. pollen
27. bobby pin
28. reckoning
29. peninsula
30. true face
Happy National Poetry Month, Tumblr!
Through the alley dumpster crawls
the first and last of nine,
with one good eye and teeth to gnaw
and shivers in its spine.
Hauntober Poetry.
I look to the leaves as a reminder
That even as I grow older
And the world weights me down
Until I fall
There’s a chance to regrow
For there is beauty in all the changes
And lessons to be learned
And if I fall I shall gracefully
Eager to grow again
My friend gave me an old pumpkin
On a cold rainy day
She just said it was a gift
And then went on her way
I could not resist tasting it
Though it wasn't safe
I should have seen common sense
But the price will be paid.
Happy Bloomsday! I like this shot of the Martello tower in Sandycove where Ulysses opens (and where Joyce himself had stayed).
Happy Bloomsday to all who celebrate!
