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Zywa Feb 25
The famous writer

never needs that many words --

just: The sea is large.
Maksim Gorki asks Anton Chekhov to describe the Black Sea (1890)

White Island in Lower Lough Erne, near Enniskillen (Northern-Ireland)
"Het Bureau - Het A.P. Beerta-Instituut" ("The Office - The A.P. Beerta-Institute", 1998, Han Voskuil), page 866

Collections "Not too bad [1974-1989]" and "WriteWiser signage"
Zywa Dec 2022
Just become little

to really get great enough --

for humility.
"The incredible shrinking man" (film 1957, Jack Arnold; novel "The Shrinking Man", 1956, Richard Matheson)

Depletion of the earth by humanity

Collection "Ifless"
Aneesah Woolfolk Aug 2022
The cool plush ****
of succulent grass
whispering against
bare ankles.  

The verdant smell
of rain pelting
the crusty earth,
loamy fresh.

The piercing tingle
of noon sunshine
on the bald orb
of the shoulder.

The comforting touch
the warm embrace
that soothes  
the aching heart.

The energizing aroma
of coffee burbling
brews hope
and inspiration.

My filter, clear and bright
illuminates the night
in waves of bliss

Anchored by the senses
I remember
what brings me
Zywa Apr 2022
Automatic belts

work without having to switch --

Are they analogue?
There are also automatic belts that do switch though, in a rack

Collection "Half The Work"
Mark Toney Nov 2021
lovely wallflower
what you see is what you get
~ sheer simplicity

Mark Toney ©️ 2021
11/4/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you) - Mark Toney ©️ 2021
James Oct 2021
They say you don't gain anything
From being humble;
That life doesn't find you
Hiding behind closed curtains.

I think that's the problem:
It doesn't need to find you
Because you've already been found.

Just because you weren't met
With the grandeur of "success"
It doesn't mean you haven't lived.

It's the simple things in life
That are truly the finest.
Don't vie... you're already there.
Luna Sep 2021
she's exalted by those who seek validation
lost in a world in fear of transformations
enduring a cycle of lust in translation
she needs a deeper tonic for stimulation
share the love // posting future content on IG@FROMME.TOWHOEVER
would appreciate the support, hope everyone has a blessed day
peace, love, & light
Betty Jul 2021
Bottled words boiled down
Haiku pan bubbles over
Leaving the meaning
Zywa Jul 2021
I came for you, not for the wood
that you make me touch, polished
with a gold-jointed split here and there --

the simplicity-beauty
of the song of time on the lute
of life, your life

You show me the snaps
and stretch the evening, you stretch yourself
to the goodnight in the hallway

In the guest bed, I caress the wood
of your heart, so much do I want
to make it burn

not to sleep alone, not patiently
wait, but start the future
which you are now dreaming

great, not patiently wait
until you want me, I want to love you
at first sight
"Norwegian Wood" (This Bird Has Flown)   (John Lennon, The Beatles, 1965, album "Rubber Soul”)
Wabi-sabi = Simplicity-beauty, namely of wear and tear; acceptance of transience; you can safely show the scars of your life
Al-'Oed = the wood, the lute

Collection "Lilith's Powers" #113
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