Poetry by H.J. Cross

The old farmer’s almanac opens to Forget-me-not Gazing upon their true blue I too forget to forget The blue sorrows for which I wrought Like fairies running from iron metal I bleed heart poison Until I remember— The present and its lovely forgetting flower #inkmine #poem

@shortprose1 @subbo7 @hikari2162554 @MateiasVirginia @LR_Publisher Stunning painting

Beautiful tanka and beautiful watercolor by the talented @hikari2162554 for Greenlandos, a book by @MateiasVirginia coming up this winter. Proud to be the publisher @LR_Publisher 🙏❤️🌹🌺🌸

"Find the beautiful in everything you can: most men don't know how to find the beautiful enough." Vincent Van Gogh - Letters to Theo Van Gogh's blue. Sometimes, poetry doesn't need words.

@B_musings Thanks for stopping in and reading :)

@cross_hali Wonderful verse. 🪶🌿

The old farmer’s almanac opens to Forget-me-not Gazing upon their true blue I too forget to forget The blue sorrows for which I wrought Like fairies running from iron metal I bleed heart poison Until I remember— The present and its lovely forgetting flower #inkmine #poem

A blue heron’s leg An agile ability I too seek balance As I wonder at bird’s knees Pointing at what can agree #inkmine #tanka #yoga My picture in folding half lotus

just a little self-talk to start the day birdsong

@jessicamilnera Yes— frisson. This feeling is also called aesthetic chills, or frisson. “Frisson is a physically felt signature of an emotion, a somatic marker.”

Did you know that only some people can get goosebumps from listening to music? I thought everyone could (if only rarely for some)! Do you get them? I only do occasionally #musicpeople #writingcommnity #poetrycommunity

@BlankPages75 The pairing of poem and image here is powerful.

My love for the red Rose doesn’t come From passion or Even love it’s the Thought of even Whilst dying she Still manages to To bite back with Her sharp thorns 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 #amwriting #poetrytwitter #poetrycommunity #WritingCommmunity

@BlankPages75 @Tetrametracall1 Truth

Each Tear Is a Poet

@Tetrametracall1 Beautiful phrasing and images inside this poetic eye

Poetic Eyes Light cascades through poetry's eyes a gentle rain that steals your emotions bereft of poignant's purpose we stir a vapor traumatized without a source. We wander through pregnant thought wordless ideas lost without fertile ground a song trips into our spellbound reverie her dance asks can we remember us again Chills effloresce drenching intuition awake astonishment's dawn gifts them back your impressions still vibrant in their wake as they bind to your enkindled language. #vss365 #WritingCommunity 📸: Bodhi Smith / California Dreaming

@voimaoy I feel this

Groundfog played La Vie en Rose. The thorns of life left me traumatized, said the little ghost Belle. The wound leaves a scar, like a claw, like the crescent moon. #vss365 #traumatized

@YourMoonliness Beautiful match of poem and painting

afraid to hold on afraid to let go autumn wind

Strips of clouds saunter Grey, Ghostly apparitions Bedeviled virga A #grief painted in the sky Her Haunted sorrows left to cry #TankaThursday #micropoetry #poetry #tanka Pexel image by Darius Krause

samara children spin lopsided with their griefs dispersed with the bombs that shatter roots with the limbs: how black the flowers that bloom #TankaThursday #tanka

@YourMoonliness Beautiful pairing

allow the arrival falling snow just falls

mom’s cremation; two states north a flock of geese heralded her way my own moment of silence

@shortprose1 So nice to hear from you Gabriela. I continue to be a fan and always find your encouragement special.

@cross_hali Wonderful 👏🌹

Rest on your life’s peak Stand strong in your mountain pose Take a peek beneath Curiosity piqued Pause, view your life below you #inkmine #mountainpose #yoga #tanka (My picture with my daughter)

@zim2918 So much depth and emotion— Powerful piece

The dragon

A Meeting by the River (2) life and death and all that lay between the visible and invisible the apparent and unseen scattered petals of marigold detritus of dreams that tired eyes couldn't hold here and now with measured steps I span the distance from self to self