#poetry orchard

[cjoatprehn]

At @poetryorchard orchard’s Invisible Illness Creative Writing Workshop…I wrote this poem. And I hope it resonates with y’all as much as it did the attendees and facilitators of this workshop.

I also wrote another poem after and before this. But I don’t think I should post either right now. I’m having a lot of pain in my headaches at the moment. I’m not having a good time either with my mental state. I thank you for your patience. Hopefully I’ll be able to pay my bills as well as mentioned on @mars-da-volcanic-elemental.

I hope everyone has a good weekend.

#poetry orchard #Creative writing #workshop #eventbrite #invisible illness #disability #original poem #poets on tumblr #black poets on tumblr #marginalized people #intersectionality #identity #tension headaches

[adventurerswritingguild]

Please give a warm welcome to the Adventurer’s Writing Guild, a writing community exclusively open in April & August! Public invites close in 2 weeks 🔮

🦋🔗Join us here! 🔗🦋

In 2020, @nashxra and @shylovrs started a writing Discord server called “let’s #Escapril” in dedication to the April challenge by Savannah Brown. We’ve grown a loving, warm community in the years since…but there’s a fork in every road, adventurers. We’ve decided to rebrand to the AWG to welcome every writer from every creed ⚔🛡

Check out our About page for more info, but here's a quick breakdown of what we provide:

An Inclusive Discord Server: Discuss your writing ventures & share your work 

Prompts & Challenges: Curated to inspire your writing adventures

Community-curated Playlists: Sate your daydreaming needs

Exclusive Workshops: Held in collaboration with @poetryorchard

Collaborative Annual Anthologies: Free & featuring work from members of the guild

Dedicated Co-writing Sessions: Work on projects with fellow adventurers

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[poetryorchard]

🍎❤️ happy tdov & day before Poetry Month (which i feel like in itself should be a bank holiday, lol!) have some poems ❤️🍎

#taylor swift #taylor nation #swifties #poetry #writeblr #spilled ink #red (taylor’s version) #red tv era #young poets #poets of color #women poets #poetry community #creative writing #writing community #web weaving #compilation #wlwocpoetrynet #poetry orchard #heartbreak #heartbreak poetry #love poetry

[nashira]

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#poetry orchard #poetry workshops #writing workshops #poetry

[shisasan]

the path of tenderness is endless…

Rainer Maria Rilke, Orchard

#rilke #rainer maria rilke #orchard #poetry #quotes #literature #academia #dark academia #quote #woods #words #lit #books #books and libraries #reading #quote of the day #bookworm #book quotes #prose #booklr #bibliophile #excerpt #p #tenderness

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of october

alfred starr a dark dreambox of another kind: the poems of alfred starr: "didn't you ever search for another star?

stephen spender new collected poems: "auden's funeral"

marianne boruch keats is coughing

noa micaela fields zoeglossia: poem of the week, may 17, 2021: "echolalia"

kevin young diptych

richard siken real estate

crisosto apache kúghą/home

mikko harvey for m

nathan hoks nests in air: "the barbed wire nest"

john a. holmes noon waking

crisosto apache 37 common characterisi(x)s of a displaced indian with a learning disability

oliver de la paz requiem for the orchard: "at the time of my birth"

zhang xun jiangnan song (tr. bijaan noormohamed)

paul violi fracas: "extenuating circumstances"

tianru wang after "yellow crane tower"

lloyd schwartz cairo traffic: "nostalgia (the lake at night)"

kamiko han the narrow road to the interior: "the orient"

rigoberto gonzalez unpeopled eden: "unpeopled eden"

adelaide crapsey verse: "to the dead in the graveyard underneath my window"

chester kallman night music

alan shapiro covenant: "covenant"

tom clark light and shade: new and selected poems: "radio"

tc tolbert my melissa,

charlie smith in praise of regret

carolyn kizer cool, calm, and collected: poems 1960-2000: "fanny"

julie sheehan orient point: "hate poem"

arthur sze the redshifting web: poems 1970-1998: "streamers"

joumana altallal everything here...in the voice of tara fares

abid b al-abras last simile

w.s. merwin to lingering regrets

george scarbrough music

shout me a coffee

#tbr list #poems #poetry #poetry list #poem list #poet #poets #alfred starr #a dark dreambox of another kind #didn't you ever search for another star? #stephen spender #new collected poems #auden's funeral #marianne boruch #keats is coughing #noa micaela fields #echolalia #zoeglossia #oliver de la paz #requiem for the orchard #at the time of my birth #paul violi #fracas #extenuating circumstances #lloyd schwartz #cairo traffic #nostalgia (the lake at night) #rigoberto gonzalez #unpeopled eden #tom clark

[mournfulroses]

Rita Dove, from On the bus with Rosa Parks; Poems; "The Pink Orchard,"

#lit #rita dove #poetry #writings #words #on the bus with rosa parks #poetry collection #the pink orchard #p

[mikaila-orchard]

A blizzard is a day at the beach in your arms.

A ghost story sounds like a lovers sonnet from your voice.

A thought from you turns my sobs into laughter.

I look at the future and I want to crawl away and hide.

But I see you on that terrifying horizon and I wanna rush to it.

I love you so much, Lily.

#lily orchard #personal #getting through work with poetry. #i love you sunshine

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Vincent van Gogh, The Flowering Orchard (Arles, 1888).

The arrival of spring in Arles in 1888 found Van Gogh "in a fury of work." As he wrote to his brother Theo, "the trees are in blossom and I would like to do a Provençal orchard of tremendous gaiety." Between late March and late April, the artist dedicated fourteen canvases to the subject, working in a range of sizes, formats, and styles. This composition, dominated by the angular, elongated branches of the budding trees, attests to Van Gogh’s admiration for Japanese prints. His inclusion of the scythe and rake makes this one of only two orchard paintings to hint at a human presence. :: [Robert Scott Horton]

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"We journey to the day, And tell each other how we sang To keep the dark away." Emily Dickinson, from “[114]”

 (via proustitute)

#poetry #poem #Emily Dickinson #114 #Robert Scott Horton #Vincent Van Gogh #The Flowering Orchard #about art

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Okay, so Kilmeny opens with an epigraph from a poem called The Queen's Wake, by James Hogg. I looked it up, and it is free to read on google books. The overall poem is a bardic competition held by Mary Queen of Scots, and the ballad of Kilmeny is one of the songs in the competition. (If you ctrl f 'kilmeny' you can go straight to that ballad if you don't want to read the whole thing.) The epic is in Scots, so I didn't grasp all the nuances (also I'm Bad At Poetry) but from what I can tell, the epic is about a beautiful young woman named Kilmeny who is so beautiful and pure that she gets kidnapped by fairies and taken off to their world. She sees sights too wondrous and complex for human recounting (literally at one point the narrator of the song is like, 'I would love to tell you what she saw, but human lips can't express such things so I can't. Moving on!') but eventually asks to be shown her own country again. She is then returned to her country and tells of what she saw, but she was away for seven years and hasn't changed at all and everyone -- including possibly her? -- is unclear on if she's actually alive or even human anymore, so fairly quickly she goes back to fairy land because she no longer belongs to the human world anymore.

So. There is A Lot To Unpack here! With the caveat that I haven't read the actual novel yet, because I got sidetracked into poetry, several themes emerge:

1- obviously, Mortal Woman Is Too Beautiful. LMM pulls out several snippets for the epigraph, and all of them are about how beautiful Kilmeny is: “Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny’s face; As still was her look, and as still was her ee, As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Such beauty bard may never declare, For there was no pride nor passion there; . . . . . . . . . . . . . Her seymar was the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower; And her voice like the distant melodye That floats along the twilight sea.” — The Queen’s Wake JAMES HOGG

2- Even in these snippets we see that Kilmeny has been changed by her experiences. She does not smile anymore, and her beauty is passionless and serene. Later, we learn that when she comes back to the human world she avoids men (I think meaning all humans here) and roams the countryside singing to wild animals. This bodes ill for a story about how a man bursts into Kilmeny's garden and takes her out of it.

2.5- Anyone else know the song "The Willow Maid" by Erutan? Don't take the fairy women out of their forests!

3- I know this is intended to be a romance, and that Eric is not written as the bad guy, but starting with this particular poem is really priming me to be wary of him. In general, in folklore, you Do Not Marry the fairy women. Bad things will happen to them if you do.

3.5- I haven't even started the actual text but, uh, changeling AU anyone?

#kilmeny of the orchard #kilmeny readalong #I don't know how far i'll get today since i'm at work and i spent my lunch break being distracted by poetry lol

[woundgallery]

Lucie Brock-Broido

#lucie brock-broido #poetry #the orchard #text #favorite poetry #lush

[noosphe-re]

Actions are mountains. Feelings are orchards. Thoughts are atmospheres.

Ahmed Salman

#quote #AHMED #psychology #action #feelings #thoughts #thought #thinking #landscape #nature #mountains #orchards #atmosphere #poetry #poem

[adventurerswritingguild]

Hark, Adventurers! @poetryorchard is excited to welcome the newly re-branded Adventurer's Writing Guild for a workshop celebrating the work of poets in community! Please join us for the first of four workshop held in collaboration between Poetry Orchard and the Adventurer's Writing Guild.

These workshops are especially open to those who have not attended a writing workshop before!

Sign up here

#poetry #creative writing #writeblr #poetry orchard #writing workshops #workshop #workshops #open mic #writing prompts #poetry prompts #prompts #art prompts #writing resources #writing reference #writing community #poetry community #young poets #web weaving #<- i know this isnt a web weaving post but i think that ppl who web weave would LOOOVE these workshops bc theyre literally just us #web weaving in real time lmao #anyway #adventurersrwite #wlwocpoetrynet #wwnet #wearywriters

[poetryorchard]

Happy Friday, Sprites! Here are some poems from A Trip to Stardew Valley workshop facilitated by the lovely Maria @shylovrs 🍓

#poetry orchard #stardew valley #a trip to stardew valley #writeblr #poetry #poetry tumblr #writers on tumblr #poets on tumblr #spilled ink

[jasminesapphires]

When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows rise, To twinkle like black stars in sunny skies

William Henry Davies, from ‘April’s Charms’

#* #william henry davies #spring poems #quotes #the rosarium's open gates #chapter: the orchard #every spring I go through a spring poetry phase #chapter: violette

[apoemaday]

Little Owl Who Lives in the Orchard

by Mary Oliver

His beak could open a bottle, and his eyes--when he lifts their soft lids-- go on reading something just beyond your shoulder-- Blake, maybe, or the Book of Revelation. Never mind that he eats only the black-smocked crickets, and the dragonflies if they happen to be out late over the ponds, and of course the occasional festal mouse. Never mind that he is only a memo from the offices of fear-- it’s not size but surge that tells us when we’re in touch with something real, and when I hear him in the orchard fluttering down the little aluminum ladder of his scream-- when I see his wings open, like two black ferns, a flurry of palpitations as cold as sleet rackets across the marshlands of my heart like a wild spring day. Somewhere in the universe, in the gallery of important things, the babyish owl, ruffled and rakish, sits on its pedestal. Dear, dark dapple of plush! A message, reads the label, from that mysterious conglomerate: Oblivion and Co. The hooked head stares from its house of dark, feathery lace. It could be a valentine.

#poetry #mary oliver #little owl who lives in the orchard