Tag: poet

• photosynthesis

  there are too few poems about stillness: the way a moment hangs on the edge of becoming, the way the morning dances across the edge of a leaf that doesn’t understand the meaning of a tree. you don’t have to know the sun’s there to taste the light.

  SomethingLikeThisOrThat

  July 14, 2026

  poetry

  author, books, Existential, poet, poetry, writing

• sky

  it wasn’t until I was lying on my back, the lifeblood draining out of me, that I finally looked up – I’d never realised how beautiful the sky was until I was losing it.

  SomethingLikeThisOrThat

  February 4, 2026

  poetry

  author, Existential, poet, poetry, writer, writing