The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where everyman is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat & blood, whose faith and pain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
~ Langston Hughes 1935
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where everyman is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat & blood, whose faith and pain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
~ Langston Hughes 1935
Happy Caturday - feeling zen. 🧘♀️
Happy Caturday - feeling zen. 🧘♀️
#nature #blackandwhite #monochrome #abstract #minimalism #naturephotography #landscape #moody #photography #Teutoburgerwald
December 4, 2025
this week’s prompt:
apple (or fruit of choice)
write a tanka using prompt & include hashtag #TankaThursday
#TankaPoem #micropoetry
#tanka resources to develop your practice:
Tanka Society of America:
www.tankasocietyofamerica.org
December 4, 2025
this week’s prompt:
apple (or fruit of choice)
write a tanka using prompt & include hashtag #TankaThursday
#TankaPoem #micropoetry
#tanka resources to develop your practice:
Tanka Society of America:
www.tankasocietyofamerica.org
one day
a frog named me
poet of the moment
but the moment went quick
so now I'm just a poet
one day
a frog named me
poet of the moment
but the moment went quick
so now I'm just a poet
I follow the scent
of someone
I used to know
until it takes me
to a poem
I follow the scent
of someone
I used to know
until it takes me
to a poem
My choice is a Great Blue Heron
(Ardea herodias) seen recently at the
6 Mile Cypress Slough Preserve Park
in Ft Meyers, Florida on 10-14-25
#birds #photography #EastCoastKin #birding #BlueSkyMonday
My choice is a Great Blue Heron
(Ardea herodias) seen recently at the
6 Mile Cypress Slough Preserve Park
in Ft Meyers, Florida on 10-14-25
#birds #photography #EastCoastKin #birding #BlueSkyMonday
a moo
from a black cow
and a caw from an old crow
meet in the darkening sky
and understand
each other
a moo
from a black cow
and a caw from an old crow
meet in the darkening sky
and understand
each other
one night
I found a stray poem
hungry, looking lost and
wandering in an alley
I fed it, brought it home,
taught it a few tricks
and now it follows me
wherever I roam
one night
I found a stray poem
hungry, looking lost and
wandering in an alley
I fed it, brought it home,
taught it a few tricks
and now it follows me
wherever I roam
one day
a man grew old
and could no longer climb
his favorite mountain
so the mountain grew wings
and learned to fly
and now comes to the man
one day
a man grew old
and could no longer climb
his favorite mountain
so the mountain grew wings
and learned to fly
and now comes to the man