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Jack Groundhog πŸ“ΈπŸ“
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I post a poem and photo daily All content Β© me πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡Έ from VA and MN In πŸ‡©πŸ‡ͺ since 1993. πŸ“ Potsdam/Berlin ♿️ Invisidisability 🚫 DMs 🚫 Follow for follow 🚫 AfD/MAGA 🚫 AI Tried building a God detector, but kept setting it off
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My apologies to my followers:

Due to ongoing mental health issues and problems with my work, I've been unable to make my deadline for publishing my first book of poetry.

I'll post a further update as soon as possible.

Thanks for your support and interest.
Dear followers,

This #poem is a repost from a year ago.

πŸ‘‰πŸΌ I did so to announce that I will be publishing my first-ever #book of #poetry and #photography by 31 August 2025. πŸ‘ˆπŸΌ

Will post details, previews, and updates as work progresses.

Thanks for reading and thanks for your support! πŸ™πŸΌ
The dogwood
A #poem in three parts

β€”

i.

A dogwood I planted
back when my dad died
reminds me of my home
that I had to leave behind

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ

#poemaday #poetry #death #virginia #flowers #bloomscrolling #photography
Yesteryeast

Salt on warm bread roll
fresh from worn red-brick oven β€”
first snow on my tongue

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #photography #poetrysky #blueskypoets
Look back

Kaleidoscopic
paint job on an old Trabant β€”
tinted rear mirror

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #photography
iii.

And the workers still are broke
and they still have little say,
but those glorifying murals β€”
welp, they still praise them today.

βœ‹πŸΌπŸ§΅
ii.

praising all the workers
in quasi-religious iconography
while the peasant-worker state
was built with concrete atrophy.

The workers had little say
in what they had for rights,
but they got their fair share
of lignite-dusted urban blight.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ
Mural
A #poetry thread

β€”

i.

Karl-Marx-Allee,
boulevard of Berlin dreams
with vast official murals
that were not what they seemed:

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ

#poem #poemaday #berlin #germany #streetphotography #urbanphotography #satire #cityscape #photography
vi.

Had I seen what I saw,
heard what I heard?
Or was it merely the call
of a moon-borne black bird?

I sat in the pew,
a pause in my grief:
for a beat, all I knew
was that he’d granted relief.

βœ‹πŸΌπŸ§΅
v.

In the space of a thought
I heard his song ringing out,
its ribald melody naught
but a sing-song glad shout.

And then he was gone
from my now drying eyes,
the echoes of song
faded β€” a dust-mote of sighs.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ
iv.

As I sat in the night
of the darkened stone space,
the flickering candlelight
briefly showed a pale face

of a laughing young man,
his silver cup raised up high
in toast to the lands
beyond the farthest of skies.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ
iii.

Some say those who mourn
might hear the voice
of faithful departed, reborn
in the shadows: rejoice.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ
ii.

On this night of All Saints’,
their many souls gathered ’round,
flitting in shadows, faint
and making no sound

that could be discerned
by physical ears
except by those who’ve learned
to listen with tears.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ
All Saints
A #poetry thread

β€”

i.

I sit in a Gothic cathedral
of stone tracery,
late medieval
with things we can't see.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ

#poem #poemaday #gothic #allsaints #allsouls #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography
Happy Hallowe’en,
All Hallows’ Eve,
Samhain!
πŸŒ™πŸ’€πŸŽƒπŸ‘»

#halloween #samhain #halloween2025 #photography
Pedestrian

Tourists, zebra stripes
through traffic on busy street β€”
metal lions growl

#haiku #poem #poemaday #poetry #streetphotography #cityscape #urbanphotography #photography
iii.

Beneath autumn’s blaze
of oranges and reds,
in silver fog’s haze,
they silently said

how blaze-tinted timbers
echoed the fire once felt lost,
where rekindled embers
warm their heartwood in frost.

βœ‹πŸΌπŸ§΅
ii.

By their feet, pine needles
and leaves now set free
in nature’s cathedral
beneath the calm of the trees.

Just there in a clearing
by watchful maples and oaks,
a smooth pond collecting
a fallen leaf cloak.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ
Tinder
A #poetry thread

β€”

i.

Two hands entwined
on a walk in crisp air
beneath tall trees and vines
in painterly flair.

They’d come back together,
after years, estranged,
a once severed tether
once more knotted and changed.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ

#poem #poemaday #autumn #fall #naturephotography #photography
ii.

White marble priestesses
stand, their garments unfurled.
Caryatids carrying
the weight of the world.

Where Hercules boasts
and old Atlas groans,
they quietly stand,
unbowed, not alone.

The duchess, forgotten,
is now merely bones.
But the message she sent
is carved in whitest of stone.

βœ‹πŸΌπŸ§΅
Dukedom
A #poetry thread

β€”

i.

In an old palace
of opulent design
rebuilt by a duke
to say β€œthis is mine”,

I stumble across
an irreverent detail,
a chamber for the duchess:
two figures, silent, female.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ

#poem #poemaday #feminism #symmetry #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography
ii.

This flaw, once rejected,
becomes cornerstone,
by stonemasons elected
to the chapel’s high throne.

I sit in the nave
and look up at gold stars:
I once felt rejected,
now wear the vault of my scars.

βœ‹πŸΌπŸ§΅
Marred
A #poetry thread

β€”

i.

In an old Gothic chapel,
I spot a mason’s mistake:
high vaulted ceilings
where the fine pattern breaks.

Yet this stray distraction
stands resplendent and bold,
a deep blue starry sky
with rosette bosses in gold.

πŸ§΅πŸ‘‡πŸΌ

#poem #poemaday #gothic #silentsunday #photography