#river poetry

[aelfhild-astraedottir]

Where the River Leaves

Golden beams of sunlight

Skim over stony crags

To highlight the valleys below,

The river bounces the light back up

Towards the watchers on the mountain

Towards the sky,

And high above in meadows of wildflowers

We revel in the evening sun

As the river inexorably leaves us behind,

Waters from these beautiful heights

Flow towards the sea

Uncaring of where their travels take them,

Though I know

It will be far beyond

The pristine beauty of the mountain.

Poem © Ælfhild Astrædottir 26-August-2023

Photograph © Ælfhild Astrædottir 11-July-2023

[snicklefrit]

I Drink Rivers by Dante Novario

[effen-draws]

A small collaboration with Ibraheem, whose campaign is still going!!

So if you have the money to spare I implore you to donate:

[sugas6thtooth]

Remember Hind. Remember Reem. Remember all the little boys and girls who are more than mere numbers. They are dreams, humanity's innocence, and most importantly they are not to be forgotten.

[firstfullmoon]

I know it’s not much in the face of everything but I have been finding hope & resilience in palestinian poetry these past few weeks and I created a google drive file of poetry collections by palestinian poets that I will keep updating as I keep on reading. I also recommend checking out @fiercynn’s palestinian poets series for more poets + poetry available online

[creek-grim]

Illustrated for Palestine. Free to use for solidarity purposes.

[hussyknee]

Her final tweet on October 8 reads:

“Gaza’s night is dark apart from the glow of rockets, quiet apart from the sound of the bombs, terrifying apart from the comfort of prayer, black apart from the light of the martyrs. Good night, Gaza.”

[chaiaurchaandni]

the last poem written by a Palestinian martyr

read the full poem here!! <3

[beguines]

Kathleen Graber, from "America [flight]", The River Twice

[thefamiliarstrangers100]

“The war will end. The leaders will shake hands. The old woman will keep waiting for her martyred son. That girl will wait for her beloved husband. And those children will wait for their heroic father. I don’t know who sold our homeland. But I saw who paid the price.”

— Mahmoud Darwish; Palestinian poet.

[twinsfawn]

on transness, friendship, and being cradled by the earth

[resqectable]

Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn’t get better. You get better.

Joan Rivers

[soracities]

Chris Abani, from "Fragrance", 3 poems pub. Air Light Magazine [transcript in ALT]

[generallyjl]

[sir20]

Pont Neuf, Toulouse by sir20

[firstfullmoon]

the asian american writers’ workshop just published 16 love poems by poets of palestinian heritage that were featured in the anthology we call to the eye & the night edited by hala alyan & zeina hashem beck