pay no mind

to understand & be understood

[engulfes]

Jon Pineda

[3rabbit]

[dk-thrive]

Just Another Day

It's just another doughnut day in the universe I want to smash my face into flour, fluff, and sweetness and forget anything that prevents me from feeling the absolute joy of birdsong or yellow balloon whether it be deadline or telephone line the electronic busyness of our lives for there are rows of tulips conspiring pink and lovers breathless next to willow trees. There are lilacs whispering among their twisted trunks and windmills whirling through Van Gogh's ear. There is color everywhere and sprinkles of hope in my heart that you will feel the freedom of renegade rivers and the vast expanse of starry starry nights. Connect the dots, the body of water between us, this great flood of love that seeps through and beyond the earth.

— Terri Glass, "Just Another Day" in "Being Animal" (Kelsay Books, 2020) (via Alive on All Channels)

[jazbaaati]

From The Bridge Poem by Donna Kate Rushin.

[havingapoemwithyou]

Aa small moment by Cornelius Eady

[weltenwellen]

Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

[havingapoemwithyou]

On the frozen field by Galway Kinnell

[onetwofeb]

[apoemaday]

For Grace, After a Party

by Frank O'Hara

You do not always know what I am feeling. Last night in the warm spring air while I was blazing my tirade against someone who doesn't interest me, it was love for you that set me afire,

and isn't it odd? for in rooms full of strangers my most tender feelings writhe and bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand, isn't there an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside the bed? And someone you love enters the room and says wouldn't you like the eggs a little

different today? And when they arrive they are just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather is holding.

[petaltexturedskies]

Jean-Paul Sartre

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, "Love Sorrow." Red Bird

[kosmogrl]

margaux paul

[havingapoemwithyou]

any morning by William Stafford

[havingapoemwithyou]

The wall by William Bronk

[apoemaday]

December

by Alex Dimitrov

Who would miss the year at this hour? Like headlights circling suburbia. And since there aren’t directions to the afterlife, we must put on our coats and smile. We must be children pressing our hands to the ice, without apology for our awe–the same kind we keep trying to find in churches and cheap hotels. The kind we can’t buy in malls or airport bars. I have said so many things I don’t mean it would take lives I’ve yet to imagine, stepping onto another train, a lost pair of kites hurrying, many drinks, less expectations – surely you know the feeling of having to walk through the cold without music or stars.

[apoemaday]

The Way It Is

by William Stafford

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can’t get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old. Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding. You don’t ever let go of the thread.

[weltenwellen]

llya Kaminsky, from "Praise", Dancing in Odessa