I'm shaking myself To wake From this torment Of you, my love A drug that Smothered my senses What You brought I can only describe A beautiful trauma To my heart Leaving floret-bruises That somedays Barely I breath And You In my steps Trek In desolate lobby Of our Nebulous love

the wisdom of calm that roots within, after the experience through chaos

Belief, watering hope

Vincent van Gogh - Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette

Ivan Aivazovsky - Ship in the Stormy Sea, 1887

I saw an illusionary paradigm after surfacing from a rabbit hole mingling with thinkers thro' time that championed a model fuelled by coal in a revolutionary age of steel laying foundations for future mire O I wish for earth to heal from destructive forces that conspire #vss365

#sijo #poem for #Monet #painting #prompt hard rocks press against my chest dawnwind carries an upwardbreath shadows beat down on my eyes riverlight splinters, sharp and clear I doubt my steps—doubt my steps— yet I rise, fractured, still moving skepticskaddish.com/2025/09/17/hea…

Alexey Bogolyubov - "Moonlit night on the Coast"

Destiny whispers, stars conspire in quiet glow, paths find #synthesis. Moonlight bends the night, time carves its enduring mark, silence keeps the truth. Shadows trace the earth, wind carries forgotten steps, history breathes on. #vss365 #TruthInSilence #PoetryOfLife #Haiku

For we won't Hesitate, Elusive echoes Do vibrate.. #Only8Words #Romance #poem #poetry 😘🐿💕

Good morning, everyone! 🌞

Vincent van Gogh, Wheatfield with Crows

I have been waiting for him. Pacing. Wondering. What time is it? Maybe he is not real. Maybe I am dreaming. When I say good morning, Will he open his eyes? Or will it only be mine That are open? 🎨Konstantin Kacev

Pageantry applause believes in mirrors largesse appears.

Rain at Sunrise Shimmers On the cusp of light, tiny droplets cling to the thin hairs of grass, a trembling archive of color. A single bead rests within the curl of a petal, its round body carrying the weight of sky.

Cliffs in a Storm, by Edward Moran (1829-1901)

Thomas Doughty - "View on the St. Croix River Near Robbinston" (1835)

#5lines #Tanka #Florida all along the tar-blackened roads orange trees in full bloom shower the field with blossoms John Wisdom

#short #poetry In the attic an old baseball glove and the echoes of a cracked bat And that one fly ball that lingers & wobbles up, up, and over . . . the neighbour’s fence. John Wisdom

I was out grocery shopping. A young girl in a white hoodie walked a beautiful brown boxer down the street. Nothing spectacular about that. Except the entire length of her spine curled harshly forward at an angle. I tried to imagine her daily struggles & my eyes welled with tears.