A Notch Above the Daily Fluff

Sep 12

Nat Lipstadt

For Colby: to eat. to excrete, to laugh, and to cry out loud

aye,
the babies have it right,
them, the essences of life

#colby #essences #of #life #eat #excrete #cry #laugh #nml #nat

Sep 12

silvervi

Affirmation #17

I am living, not performing.

We all have a limited amount of time in this body.
No need to think so much about what others think of me. I will never know. The focus on the outside and interpretation are a waste of time. Instead PERCEIVING what is around me here and now and my internal sensations is a much more peaceful and centered way of being. Let's stay connected from within no matter what. 💖

#affirmation17 #affirmation #focus #performing #perceiving

Sep 12

JRF

Sisters

Sisters

Sometimes
We weren’t together
But

Most of the time
We were acutely aware
Of how much
We needed to huddle up and protect each other

This is still the case
30 years later.

My sisters.
Always and forever.

It’s so true. Me and my sisters are together forever. Even though we fought a lot in our younger years. In the end,we found each other. Nobody will ever tear us apart.

Sep 12

ogdiddynash

she inquires why I write so many poems

she inquires why I write so many poems,
easy comes reply:
It gives me a fantastic living,
it makes and gives, each poem,
a calculation, a reconciliation
of who I am...a miner of the
mineral wealth in my veins

#ogdiddy #ogdiddynash

Sep 12

Bekah Halle

That's the one thing I don't write about…

Someone recently, generously, commented on my poetry:

“Your poems swing from playful snapshots of orange lipstick and coffee grounds to deeper, soul-level stuff like angels, dry bones, and widening circles. That mix is what makes your work feel alive.”

Yes, I write about all things living,
All things happening in my life,
All things I am pondering
All things that are rife —

But, there is one thing about which I don't write…

L O V E

I am not a love poet like the sublime @onlylovepoetry

Love is what my heart longs for the most — yet it's the one thing I can't fix.

I cannot write about the thing I know the least about,
But, I will croon out the longing and the fight!

I want to write a love poem, but perhaps I need to know love first to even qualify…

Thank you @WilliamAGibson

#lovepoetry

Sep 12

Shay Caroline Simmons

Sun in the screen of an old tv

I was putting on jeans.
My dog was smiling.
Sun was coming in the window behind us.
We were there
reflected in the screen
of the old tv I had fixed myself.
A second sun
was reflected there with us.

I was young.
My dog was alive.
We would watch "The Adding Machine"
on the old tv that afternoon.
I was getting sober.
The room was small.
It was years ago
and I didn't know
that I would remember that morning
forever.

2025

Sep 12

renseksderf

a poem is a conjunction

The Conjunction Holds
(with a verb in the wings)

Not the leap,
but the plank between banks—
its grain remembering
both shores.

Not the shout,
but the breath that lets
two voices
share one lung.

I am and,
I am but,
I am although—
the quiet ligature
that keeps the torn cloth
from drifting apart.

The verb would run,
would strike,
would bloom—
but I stay,
a hinge in the weather,
turning both ways at once.

Here,
in the seam’s small country,
I keep the quarrel and the kiss
in the same sentence,
and call it
poem.

.

...this on comes from a friendly conversation with Lawrence Hall about poems being verbs.

#poetry #poemist #poetiser #poeticous #kesnerlines #kesnerfrederickpoem #bluebreeze

Sep 11

Julia Celine

Your Daughter

Mother, I said something I shouldn't today
I wavered like water
One drop out of place

As I learned, I looked around 'til I knew every face
And all of the right things to say
I must be your daughter

Father, cold hands just keeping dragging me down
Collecting my anger
Like puddles of mud on the ground

Later, at least I can say that I'm proud
Though it feels like a vice – to cool down like ice
I must be your daughter

#parents #daughter #anxiety #perfectionism