#happy national poetry month!
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microdosing on application for release from the dream (2024) by reading application for release from the dream (2015)
#application for release from the dream#thursday#thursday band#tony hoagland#poetry#happy national poetry month :)#I would like to listen to the song now please
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Invitation
Oh do you have time
to linger
for just a little while
out of your busy
and very important day
for the goldfinches
that have gathered
in a field of thistles
for a musical battle,
to see who can sing
the highest note,
or the lowest,
or the most expressive of mirth,
or the most tender?
Their strong, blunt beaks
drink the air
as they strive
melodiously
not for your sake
and not for mine
and not for the sake of winning
but for sheer delight and gratitude –
believe us, they say,
it is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in the broken world.
I beg of you,
do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.
It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.
Mary Oliver
#it's national poetry month!!!#mary oliver#invitation#poetry#and we end on mary#of course#it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in the broken world#it is!!!#happy national poetry month and thanks for dealing with me ❤️
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Tomás Q. Morín, author of the recent collection Machete, chose a poem by a Knopf ancestor for today. His pick is this four-liner by Jack Gilbert (1925-2012), from the award-winning collection Refusing Heaven. Tomás writes, “I've carried a handwritten copy of this poem, given to me by a friend, in my wallet for probably close to ten years. Wallets have come and gone, but the mysterious nostalgia (or is it nostalgic mystery?) and the hope threaded through this poem remain fresh. Each time I read it, I smile. There's not much praise I can give better than that.”
The Reinvention of Happiness
I remember how I’d lie on my roof
listening to the fat violinist
below in the sleeping village
play Schubert so badly, so well
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Learn more about Refusing Heaven by Jack Gilbert and Machete by Tomás Q. Morín and read his latest nonfiction book, Where Are You From: Letters to My Son.
Browse other books by Jack Gilbert and Tomás Q. Morín and follow Tomás on Instagram @tomasqmorin.
Read "Stunt Double," one of Tomás Q. Morín's latest poems from his forthcoming collection My Favorite Things.
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Day 20 National Poetry Month - Poetry Prompt
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Today’s Prompt: Write a poem that captures the fleeting nature of happiness.
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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/148990/the-trans-haggadah-companion
#National Poetry Month 2023#day five#The Trans Haggadah Companion#Bev Yockelson#poetry#Happy Passover
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Type Face Calligraphy
"Sleek lines, curves and forms, Fonts breathe life into design, Words speak with beauty."
Artigraphique
#Happy National Haiku Poetry Day#Haiku#Calligraphy#Typeface#Graphic Design#April 17th#2023#Tumblr#Poetry#April is Poetry Month
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12.4.22
on giving you more of myself than you could give back to me
what a pity
that i can’t pick brains like locks;
no secret code for entrance into the psyche
(and yet,
you fascinate me.
if only i could crawl inside your skin and
map out your memory
until i know it
like i know my own)
look, i have laid myself bare for you
stripped down to the bone.
here are my wounds and my scars.
here, i turn the doorknob to the chambers of my heart.
let me offer you a front-row seat.
is this what it takes for you to offer me a piece of yourself in return?
you leave, unscathed. i lie bloodied in my living room.
this is a special kind of sacrifice:
i showed you my bruises.
now, you have added one more.
#one of my faves that i’ve ever written#belle writes#also happy national poetry writing month!!#napowrimo#poets of tumblr#writeblr#poetblr#free verse#heartbreak
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once again thinking about this poem
#no one ever thanked him#AUGH#it doesn’t help that this was the favorite poem of a professor i was really close with that passed away recently#this poem literally haunts me!!!#thanks robert hayden…#happy national poetry month..
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Hiiii
I hope I'm still on time for National Poetry Month.
The Crack And The Wound
Wound and cracks are where
The light crawls in
Shining on a soul
Letting it grow, go, fall.
So there’s light and dark
And all in between.
There’s sides and hearts
There’s beats and views.
In a less damaged world
I would be able to pick
I would happen to be
on just one side
But here I am
the flaw
I am the crack and the wound
I am the shattered glass
Flecked atop a wall
Separating and apart
Just a crack and a wound.
Sorry, Nonnie! We completely forgot to reblog this.
Sharing for a much belated National Poetry Month (April).
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Spring
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#it's national poetry month!!!#poetry#edna st. vincent millay#spring#april#yes i'm doing this again#and yes this poem is unhinged i adore it#happy april
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Fragments | The Pursuit of Happiness
It’s hard not to automatically hearKid Cudi when I write that, but the thoughtof what is happiness is a centraltopic of this venture, so I had tomake this the title of a ok WillSmith movie. I don’t know what happinessis Anymore. I laugh. I have days whereI feel immense joy. There are moments whenI see all good and positivityIn the world. I just don’t know if I amHappy. Yesterday I wrote that I…
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#2024#Blank Verse#Blogging#Haiku#Happiness#Life#NaPoWriMo#National Poetry Writers Month#Poetry#writing
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You're going to realize it one day,
that happiness was never about your job,
or your degree,
or being in a relationship.
Happiness was never about following in the footsteps
of all those who came before you,
it was never about being like the others.
One day, you're going to see it,
that happiness was all about the discovery,
the hope,
the listening to your heart,
and following it wherever it chose to go.
Happiness was always about being kinder
to yourself.
It was always about embracing the person
you were becoming.
One day, you will understand,
that happiness was always about learning
how to live with yourself,
comfortable in your own skin.
And that your happiness was never
in the hands of others.
It was always about you.
It was always about you.
National Poetry Month. Our Journey to Balance
April is National Poetry Month, 30 days of celebrating the joy, expressiveness, and pure delight of poetry.
#our journey to balance#reflections#love#self love#awareness#self awareness#conscious living#poetry#self discovery#authentic living#healing journey#growth#courage#poem#happiness#national poetry month#peace#gratitude#life#caring
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Day 25 National Poetry Month - Poetry Prompt
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Today’s Prompt: Capture the essence of a particular emotion, such as joy or sorrow, in your poem.
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overheated
Summer hit New England early
an unprecedented [””] comet -
fatal as a car crash,
somewhere between Lowell
and Marlborough
when nobody was looking
[on purpose, anyway-]
and even Jehovah and all His Witnesses
don’t know what to make of the Red Line
slowed to a stagger on its marathon miles
all twelve emptying out into angry mutters
and squeaking wheels.
We go until they all fall off
this world, too
spins and catches fire.
Lady Liberty’s torch we’re not
It’s neither that nor Promethean progress
it is the hubris of a figure hurling toward oblivion
wax wantonly dripping
Truth’s light extinguishes itself
on the end of another man’s crackpipe
Police activity
trespasser on the tracks
Weed blooms between cracked lips
escapists seeking exit from this pyre they laid sticks down for
hunting witches has always had its place here
only problem is
everything’s on fire
Summer is here. The train is dead.
The only way out is through
and I am through
with all of you.
- g.s. // 4/13/2023
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happy national POETRY MONTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Happy National Poetry Month! My new book POETRY COMICS is out now from Chronicle Books.
Read my full interview with Travis Jonker of 100 Scope Notes about the making of the book here:
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