Leigh Goodwin leighgoodwin.bsky.socialさんのイラストまとめ

and I will gauge the arc and I will not be stupidly frantic
and I will time my jump and— I’m just going to say
in the cool gloaming

it is not impossible that I will make the catch.

#poem Mark Halliday
#art The Flower Thrower ~ Banksy

I feel quite open now,
I sense only open air all around me

so come on, fling a Hail Mary
with a dream-coached combination of muscle and faith

#poem thread

Before dawn the coyotes
weave medicine songs
dream nets -
spirit baskets -
milky way music

At moon-set the pines are gold-purple
Just before sunrise.

#poem Gary Snyder
#art H. Kyoht Luterman

One of us.
One of us.
THERE ARE LOTS OF
ONE OF US. https://t.co/MQrV317IN8

and ...

you wake up beside your old love, the one who never had any conditions, the one who waited you out.

This is life’s way of letting you know that you are lucky.

#poem Eleanor Lerman
#art Tamara Phillips
#ForMyLove

And then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland,
while outside,
the starfish drift through the channel,
with smiles on their starry faces as they head
out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.

#poem Eleanor Lerman
#art Tamara Phillips

And then life lets you go home to think
about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.

This is life’s way of letting you know that
you are lucky.

So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your
late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.)

And you wonder,
is this a message, finally, or just another day?

Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the
pond, where whole generations of biological
processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds
speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,
they sing.

This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a
stiff knee.
It lets you choose the way you have
your eggs, your coffee.
Then it sits a fisherman
down beside you at the counter who says, Last night,
the channel was full of starfish.

November

calm waters
under silver skies

clouds speak to us
in rain

#poem L.C. Goodwin
#art Lawren Harris