you have a moment.

write that line.

you never know when or if
the next one, may be the one

that uplifts
pulls, or ultimately finds

its listening people

ideas take root, bloom, shine.

when writers take a moment.

write that line.

#poem #poetry #writers

I don’t know who needs to get motivated by a poodle today...

But here it is:

#art #funny #humor #dog #cute #mentalhealth #meme

feels natural, letting the poison drip from
my heart, down my arms, through the fractured veins

down my fingers
into this, digital world.

here, dried tears crystallize
into scarlet ink,
smeared and radiant for all to read.

gifts aren't supposed to give back
yet, these words do.

they have teeth.

that bite into those that come near
the people who stay after..

well..

thank you.

#poem #poetry

when im alone, on a quiet day
where work was yesterdays problem.

i feel sad, that ive time to draw
to ride a bicycle and go outside.

the moment before i relax
i feel push back.

why do i always feel like two people
who want to be scream.

responsibility wars within
no allowance to live my dreams.

#poem #poetry

i feel this ride.
with its brown trees passing
falling behind.
crowded buildings passing
smooth and silent.
fence lines bleed into light poles
across a desert of new stars.

#poem #poetry

use the time wisely:
winter's library is rich with
quiet thunderbolts

#haiku #dailyHaikuPrompt 'quiet'

sunlight and bike tracks in dirt
at the dawn.
so many shoe prints,
etched in the ground.
walking this path.

is comforting.
even alone.

so many diversions
so many choices
a memory stole from this angle
or that
walking this trail.

is comforting.
even alone.

#poem #poetry

This was the first year
the wind that rose from January slopes, was dust.

not snowflakes
not sleet

curled cold wind still whips
through the skeletal trees.

but only the crushed leaves
the stale dirt rise, this eve.

strange and too warm.

#poem #poetry

spirits dance on nights
close, after the new year
you can hear them
in the allies
kicking the bins
crushing whats left of fallen leaves
fate takes the ballroom
on these short days
wild and cold
wind with glass shattering
just out of ear shot

#poem #poetry

reflected gray skies
in frosting distressed
potholes, sing as cars
roll and crunch and burp
from their gouged exposed sockets.

beside the bus stop. again.

#poem #poetry

Just published an article about how an expert learns - from sight-reading to performing music... on cello using eye tracking technology. it's open access, so freely available: https://journals.sagepub.com/doi/10.1177/10298649251385671

Even if you don't read the fancy bits, the progression of the heat maps to show the engagement of the eye and mind are very cool ! #research #music #cello

The grass tips are crystal, the stars paint the shimmering backyard.

I take a moment from the chaos and noise just inside.

just behind, the sliding glass door. a light seal to that world and this moment.

I love those people, in there, they are all important to me.

But damn, it is good to breathe.

#poem #poetry

Less than £500 from unlocking the second audiobook for everyone?! 😱

Please keep boosting! Share your own posts about it! Eek!

#vkickstarter

their is a lot of fear around failure.

i know.
i write as much as i can.
and its difficult.

its worse, i think

to live,
never knowing a bruise.

or seeing a typo, you never noticed
till you see it, glaring, their

on a page... weeks later...
just

thar

#poem #poetry

#ArtAdventCalendar 2025 Day 1

Koi

#Art
#Pencil

my journal is a sifter,
that i use to cleanse my days.

find the gems, embed them
deep into their page.

so much time invested,
yet by books end, im pleased,

too see the records of my life,
distilled and glistening.

#poem #poetry #journaling

sometimes i can feel our house.
its heartbeat, its soul.

after a nap ill catch it,
smile.

or after ive misplaced my keys
feel its jealous smirk
knowing now, i cant leave.

feel its misplaced pride in
its growing hoard of unpaired socks.

i shake my head.

its mischievous
and i like to think

its happy to be a home.

#poem #poetry

#WordWeavers: When it comes to your writing, what are you thankful for?

The expression writing allows and the freedom. I love how writing gives grace to an idea, prompt or moment. very thankful.

paint falls down the canvas as
tears, i remember, prickly
before,
i transmute
them,
style, each
drop, into form.

resonance happens as
those shapes become
people, places, love -
ive felt before.

salt becomes words,
becomes art, becomes memory.

again. and again.

#poem #poetry