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Rewilding

The sound of all the panes breaking inward this gleaming onyx surface tilting into view cold then colder

an eye in the distance the things you thought you could tell me to fear spent ashes and settled bones and nothing arriving

I have loved like that you don’t know shaken windows but I have loved like that

and when my heart began counting backward I walked away before my flare kept the wrong ones warm

again again you cannot glean how to be wildfire I have seen that flicker in your eye

where it belonged when the wolves settled here again I learned not to be nervous they do not hunger for me

you do not hunger for my bones you are just afraid of the dark and of my conflagration perhaps less than you should be

so keep running. The rain lives inside you anyway.

callitfatecallitkarma

“If Only”, by @soulreserve The Plain Picture Quote Series #3

soulreserve

This feels like I am looking at my words through someone else’s eyes! Thanks much! <3

soulreserve

fossilised

june opens its mouth into a circle, and wet moon dreams pour, bury, syllable-long love.

fish, cre- -scen- t, bone, shell— this soft, organic memory of you.

this grief-sediment that ages, compresses, into fossil

over time

becomes poems on picture-stone.

soulreserve

nidopenthe: nesting grief

you've left, and grief the size of a broken nest sits tender in my heart —its small, defenceless frame.

i bring it twig after twig, and rebuild its every gutted chamber. i slowly re-remember its warp and weft from memory.

i line its hollow air with feather, felt, and song.

its indefinite, inescapable weight, pulls. it sits sharp against my wingbeat.

and i become a flightless bird forever homing in to that brokenness, held in sorrow at the fork and ruin.

griff-crimson

🚑

Visiting the sterile halls,

Fluid pumping machines,

Walls in blue and white,

Not a beam of natural light.

A morgue for the breathing.

Stuffy stationary air,

If there's a fee for living,

This is undeniably it.

Bedridden and limp,

It's how most of us will pass,

But why elongate the stay,

Pleading for recuperation?

Remorse has been overwritten

By calculations and prognosis,

As visitor hours conclude,

You are absent, but still here.

Monitoring internal logistics,

Your pulse is just a technical chore;

Empty, despite the steady beat,

A rhythm I no longer recognize.

‎

griff-crimson

🦋

Stagnation is a constant.

Tethered to a single straight line

That doesn't stray from its path,

And never, ever fluctuates.

In the corner of my eye,

There is a hummingbird moth,

An outlier amongst the bees,

Nurturing the daisies.

It bridges the gap of night and day;

After every spin of the earth,

Its moon remains the same—

A serene, fixed routine.

So then, if the moth is faithful,

Unmoving in its ways,

Why does it oscillate?

What compels it to change?

Perhaps I will never know.

I have been stagnant far too long:

A path that never seesaws,

A line that never bends.

Is there no grace found in patterns?

Repetition is all I ever sought.

But the moth lands on my hand,

Begging me to evolve.

‎ ‎ ‎

soulreserve

ghost moth

now this return of a ghost from the shadows, moth-soft.

its breath visibly pleated inside a small unspeaking mouth.

its beaded eyes, condensed obsidian spheres, moonflower intense.

i befriend darkness by its wings that are half sheen half lace. and measure space by its wingspan to travel light years into the past. when you and I were aflutter against blinding love.

i tell you "i am lost without you."

"love doesn't need a memory" you whisper.

"i wish …" i begin to say

but every memory dissolves into diffused light.

soulreserve

loveridden1999

"it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world."

tashtoo

All of this is worth saving…all of us are worth saving. 💕 … Nothing slows down progress quite like the Angry Concerned Citizen. Under the guise of activism they picket rage miscommunicate demands create the chaos the system requires to convince us we need it. The Focused Thinking Citizen, the one who not only protests but the one who listens. The one who not only gets offended but the one who really feels. The one who looks at all sides knowing it sometimes means overlooking their own. The one who waits decades after death to be acknowledged knowing it is our way to reject our history before we learn from it. We need them more than ever. Most importantly, we need to convince them of that.

Natasha Head … … To our thinkers, our seers, our poets and peace keepers, may the world one day know your worth… … Thank you for saving me 💚✌🏻💕 (bonus props to the kinky kush ☺️) … … … #poetry #poetrycommunity #writers #wordporn #cannabiscreative #cannabiscommunity #bekind #befair #bethoughtful

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pmamtraveller

Contemporary Golgotha, 1999, by Stane Jagodič

ravennowithtea

⚔️ ARTFIGHT 2026 ⚔️ (tagging folks, in order)

01 - @gryffongull

02 - @tapomango

rentedstarship

Xingzi Gu, Untitled (moon and cherry)

dreaminginthedeepsouth

Our planet is a complex fluid dynamical system, and one of the best ways to watch nature at work is through timelapse. (Image and video credit: F. Dierich)

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[Annie Dillard]

“I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.”

[Pilgrim at Tinker Creek]

[Alive On All Channels]