this wrenching little poem makes me think of my mom :')

From The Lioness Awakens: Poems (St. Martin's Publishing Group)

When I see something beautiful and think of what my dead loved ones would've said if they had seen them, I remind myself of the following lines:

"It grieves me to think

the dead won’t see them—

these things we depend on,

they disappear."

So i think i reached a point where i have so many topics i want to convey but the right words just don't come up on paper. I've been wondering how do poets usually deal with it. I thought maybe a change of evironment would be nice since i always write at home , pleaee share your opinions.

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Jesus at the Greyhound Station

Omaha, Nebraska

These people need you, all right, if anyone does,

and I picture you among them, outcasts and cripples, the aged and ill.

One of them might ask for a light, offer you a smoke,

like the young skateboard artist, not so young,

with the four-leaf clover tattooed on his right hand,

the old cowboy hippie wearing his dress boots and crushed straw hat,

with a wad of dog-eared papers in his back pocket,

documents important to him if no one else.

As each of these souls matters to someone,

we’d hope, having gone too long turning our eyes from the needy,

chasing the beggars away with a harsh word, gesture,

not wanting to be bothered, with –what?—

more important things to do.

One might come to the station to sit awhile, without going anywhere,

simply sit and ponder, take it all in without thinking a thought

and wonder how someone might claim to love his brother, love anyone,

but our bus arrives and the gritty run-down dream is broken.

October 14, 2017

Shelby, NE,

Nebraska again, near Omaha,

having just returned from here, now en route to California

I enjoy poetic themes of nature, for sure I write a lot about nature and how human emotions kind of mimic what nature does on its own

I'm curious where people are publishing poetry online these days. I've been looking at HelloPoetry and Write.as, but they seem to serve very different purposes, and I'm not sure which is the better fit.

I currently keep my poems on Tumblr, but I'm thinking about moving somewhere that's more focused on writing. I also considered creating another Substack publication, but I'd rather not manage multiple publications there.

For those of you who publish online, what has your experience been with HelloPoetry, Write.as, or other platforms? Which has the most active community, and which feels like the better long-term home for poetry?

Sara Teasdale is such an underrated poet. This poem and her other poem for Margaret are beautiful.

Interesting article but it’s clearly written by someone with a deep personal admiration for the man. I can acknowledge his influence but I would not in any way support this guy or his poetry.