Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
You know it's #VerseThursday
The Kingfisher, by Mary Oliver
"How could there be a day in your whole life that doesn't have its splash of happiness?"
If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with
death.
— Pablo Neruda
(translated by Alastair Reid)
"Let's mend the broken heart of Isis
Age of Aquarius, mother nature is furious
While you rhyme about being hardcore, be heartcore
What is it that we do art for?
Metaphor, metasin (medicine)
It's an age of healing
Why not rhyme about what you're feeling
Or not be felt
Deal with the cards you're dealt
Calling all tarot readers and sparrow feeders to cancel the apocalypse
Metaphorically speaking" - Saul Williams, La La La
#versethursday
Caught in the twisting crime of an imposed paradigm
Writhing against the moving wall of entropia
Jarred awake to a sky that's black at night
With the polluted contrast of a factory-city society's midnight oil
Burn it all down
Fall asleep by the fire
Wake up cold
https://open-source-eschaton.tumblr.com/post/114090891639/slow-down
Late #versethursday #poetry #poem
Caught in the twisting crime of an imposed paradigm
Writhing against the moving wall of entropia
Jarred awake to a sky that's black at night
With the polluted contrast of a factory-city society's midnight oil
Burn it all down
Fall asleep by the fire
Wake up cold
https://open-source-eschaton.tumblr.com/post/114090891639/slow-down
#versethursday #poetry #poem
Caught in the twisting crime of an imposed paradigm, writhing against the moving wall of entropia, jarred awake to a sky that’s black at night with the polluted contrast of a factory-city society’s midnight oil.
Burn it all down. Fall asleep by the fire.
Wake up cold.
https://open-source-eschaton.tumblr.com/post/114090891639/slow-down
#versethursday #poetry #poem
Caught in the twisting crime of an imposed paradigm,
writhing against the moving wall of entropia,
jarred awake to a sky that’s black at night
with the polluted contrast of a factory-city society’s midnight oil.
Burn it all down. Fall asleep by the fire.
Wake up cold.
https://open-source-eschaton.tumblr.com/post/114090891639/slow-down
#versethursday
Wintering
Winter’s come
slow dancing
Life seasons
cycle round
Sad ruminations
gloom visitors
Fennel tea’s
for marching
Soaring glider
cripple crawl
Walking through
ribbon valleys
Abscission weighs
spring awakenings🪶
#versethursday #poetry #liferhythms
it's thursday, and this #poem called 'intangible' by madisen kuhn from her book 'bad at existing: poems' feels apt #VerseThursday
The Dragon God’s Best Trick
In Golosov Ravine, where the twin stones
stood near the sacred spring,
a thousand men on horses
emerged from mist
(breath of the dragon,
chthonic Veles,
rising up from his sacred place)
Apprehended by authorities,
and brought before ministers of the tsar,
they claimed to have been part
of the host of a khan
who’d burned great Moskva
to the ground fifty years before . . .
Read the rest at Mirror Dance: http://www.mirrordancefantasy.com/2020/04/the-dragon-gods-best-trick.html
Missed:
#QuoteSunday
Don't get me started on cold toilet seats.
- Zach Braff
#VerseThursday
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Cold toilet seats away from home are ok with me, I can imagine no recent sitters,
How about you?
#Caturday
Mollie cat had 7 teeth extracted last week, she's 6 remaining. A rescue cat when she arrived, we have no idea of prior history. (She's not keen on having her photo taken this week). ❤️
#WoofWednesday
Ruby dog has an apparent heart murmur. Second opinion today.
#QuoteSunday #versethursday #caturday #WoofWednesday
A more and less persistent core
Layered being, layered chore
Scrambling for more and more
Until the seam's undone
A more and less persistent mess
Layered stratagems and bests
Struggling to find a nest
That won't blow down next year
A more and less persistent purpose
Layered questions flood the surface
Tempting answers, tantric circus
Until the next storm hits
https://open-source-eschaton.tumblr.com/post/114090126469/more-end-less
#versethursday
A more and less persistent core
Layered being, layered chore
Scrambling for more and more
Until the seam's undone
A more and less persistent mess
Layered stratagems and bests
Struggling to find a nest
That won't blow down next year
A more and less persistent purpose
Layered questions flood the surface
Tempting answers, tantric circus
'Til the next storm hits
https://open-source-eschaton.tumblr.com/post/114090126469/more-end-less
#versethursday
A more and less persistent core
Layered being, layered chore
Scrambling for more and more
Until the seam's undone
A more and less persistent mess
Layered stratagems and bests
Struggling to find a nest
That won’t blow down next year
A more and less persistent purpose
Layered questions flood the surface
Tempting answers, tantric circus
‘Til the next storm hits
https://open-source-eschaton.tumblr.com/post/114090126469/more-end-less #versethursday
I like radio a bit but
my ears have grown now
too enormous for my head
So many voices talk talk talking
music ideas tragic reality
history comedy mesmerizery
I dream awake these gashes
strike me deep distract my
weak tumultuous life flow leaking
Play me my radio calls
when I shuffle from to room
No resistance
I do comply
I am a voyeur now camouflaged
by tossaway old closet clothes
Am I enlightened or encased
Maybe it’s time I seek out some
other signals on the dial
@renjb
Someone my favorites are
#mondog
#thicktrunkTuesday (trees, not elephants)
#wedsneigh (horses)
#verseThursday (poems!)
#WindowFriday (the German and Dutch translations are alliterative)
#silentsunday
Lots of any time fun with #mosstadon too
#mondog #thicktrunktuesday #wedsneigh #versethursday #windowfriday #silentsunday #mosstadon
For #versethursday:
"Bullets only work on the beast
afraid of pain, not the animal
already addled by bitter poison,
clasping cold silver to her chest
in an attempt to feel something
flutter inside her rib-bone cave.
She has been circling the dark
too long to remember words.
Only a breakdown of forest
marks her passage, and howls,
howls are all she carries now,
the snarled melody of home."
—Werewolf, Interrupted
Full poem: http://www.mirrordancefantasy.com/2021/01/werewolf-interrupted.html
#versethursday #poetry #writingcommunity #writing #sff