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ii.

I walk the old world’s crumbling stone.
Each second rusts, then sounds retreat;
the crust of past pains slips my bones,
my heart thrums through each borrowed beat.

I count the years with airy sigh,
each twist of screw and homespun wire —
I learn that time outwaits my tears,
and cheers — because I stayed a while.

✋🏼🧵

Old Town Well, Prague
A #poetry thread

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i.

I stand where cast iron whiles the time,
where gilded angels spin in air;
the winds whip up the clouds’ high climb,
crowned lions roar their silent prayer.

🧵👇🏼

#poem #poemaday #prague #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography

Arrow

Weathered door closes,
locks behind her: voices fade —
empty road, thick fog

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #happynewyear #door #photography

St. Sylvester

Antique clock ticking,
taut spring, unending countdown —
midnight chimes the dawn

Happy New Year 2026!

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #happynewyear #silvester #clock #time #photography #HappyNewYear2026

Stocking

Soft alpaca socks,
worn leather suitcase clicks shut —
her caresses packed

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #christmas #streetphotography #stilllifephotography #photography

Sprout

A flower bulb lies
in Christmas market basket —
a child laid in straw

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #christmas #streetphotography #flowers #photography #bloomscrolling

Overheard

Snow. Weathered craftsman
murmurs low; slowed crowds drift by —
words spoken in wood

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #christmas #streetphotography #photography

Market

Young potter plays her
homemade flutes, footsteps drift past —
do re me fa sale

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #christmas #streetphotography #photography

ii.

When asked if this shoe is left or right,
he grins, eyes twinkling with delight:
“Most of my shoes are for left feet —
’cos men can't dance or keep the beat.”

That’s when I knew I’d need a pair —
my moves are far from debonair.
These two left feet now wear these shoes
and stomp out time to clomping blues.

✋🏼🧵

New shoes
A #poetry thread for the #Christmas season

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i.

The old Dutch craftsman shapes his shoes
of pine and pride while whistling tunes,
imbuing each wood shoe with soul
from heel to tip, from top to sole.

🧵👇🏼

#poem #poemaday #streetphotography #photography

iv.

And yet. The candle steadily
spites the dark — a wick for me
to guard this tiny shard of light
for years to come. My inner sight

now looks ahead another year.
I stand up, tired — and yet I dare
to hope someday we’ll turn the tide —
’til Christmas works as advertised.

✋🏼🧵

iii.

If angels’ choirs could softly come
and sing our night to shining sun,
three men might bring us costly gifts
and shepherds watch their spirits lift —

But no. That was two thousand years ago.
The lonely candle flickers, glows
before the reredos’s wall
that glitters in empty church’s pall.

🧵👇🏼

ii.

Worn hands once made this reredos
above the altar. There with us
stand saints beside Madonna’s grace —
and from her lap shines baby’s face.

The gold of icons frames each saint.
Each one a window in that gate
that leads beyond to bright lands where
the people rose, made true their prayers.

But on this side of that portal,
exist I — too aware, mortal —
for Christmas in this world we live
holds promises less than a sieve.

🧵👇🏼

Reredos
A #poetry thread for #Christmas

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i.

A carol plays in triple time,
by Gruber, paired with Kohr’s sweet lines,
in darkened church, a midnight Mass
that dims to black once this song’s passed.

Now silent night in candle-dark,
faint dot of light. My mind embarks
on inner pathway through the screen
of gilded icons’ saintly sheen.

🧵👇🏼

#poem #poemaday #poetry #medieval #gothic #merrychristmas #photography

@MigsGarden Thank you, merry Christmas to you as well!

@Iva852 Thanks, Iva, back at you!

Stella

Three wise men asked me,
“who’s your star of Bethlehem?” —
nova in my heart

Merry Christmas
and peace, good will
to all my followers

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #christmas #ornament #merrychristmas #mobilephotography #photography

@MigsGarden Thank you! 🙏🏼

ii.

Under the surface
of three still faces
came newfound purpose
out of corset braces.

They bade their “à Dieu”
and wandered off, free,
then found their way, true
as polestars could be.

How did this occur?
No one could quite say:
They’re not where they were,
once stood on display.

I happen to know
where those sisters went.
They took a new road
where once straight paths are bent.

✋🏼🧵