A gentle creak
in the house
as I gaze at the lake
then read about people
who would rule the world
There are those
who lived before them
with similar ambitions
who wound up
nutrients for grass
The lake talks
about such things
in a peaceful voice
if only they would listen
#poem
Wie rasch vergeht doch alles, was vergeht!
Nichts wissen wir, und Phantasie ist alles.
Umkränz mit Rosen dich und trink und liebe
Und schweig. Der Rest ist nichts.
Fernando Pessoa
aus: Das Buch der Unruhe
#poem#taketwo
one night
the moon found
all my lost kites dangling
from a giant leafless tree
she gave them a tug and
a sharp beam of light
and set all but one
free
Far away in the far north, in the land called Svithjod, there is a rock. Once every thousand years a little bird lands on the rock to sharpen its beak.
When the rock has been completely worn away, only one day of eternity has passed...
H Van Loon
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“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt,
and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
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Leonardo da Vinci
Study of violets, c. 1487-90
@only1elle such courage
seen & understood
only by hearts
that have known
great pain
& yet have gone on
loving & responding
to the spirit of life
as it reveals itself
The Art of Being Grateful
though a simple shade of brown
you bring vibrant color to my heart
sweet sparrow
as you flutter
between the barren bushes
and my window
grateful for the seeds left
to get you
through the cold.
#inkmine#poetry#poetrycommunity#gratefulheart
I always thought
that you were like a wild, solitary bird
flying through time, through the seasons,
crossing arid lands,
snowy plains
Travelling through life to the point of exhaustion,
knowing that somewhere in your sky ,
we will always meet again...