#why i wake early

[romarisea]

Mary Oliver, from “Why I Wake Early.” [ID in alt text]

[liriostigre]

Mary Oliver, “Something.” Why I Wake Early

[sfsolstice]

Mary Oliver, from "The Lover of Earth Cannot Help Herself," in Why I Wake Early

[a-ramblinrose]

JOMP BPC || May 19 || Newest Book:  Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver

[dk-thrive]

Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and crotchety– best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light– good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.

— Mary Oliver, "Why I Wake Early" from Why I Wake Early: New Poems (Beacon Press; April 15, 2005) (via Make Believe Boutique)

[postmodernismruinedme]

Then I remember: death comes before the rolling away of the stone.

- Mary Oliver, Why I Wake Early

[poetdaughter]

"trout lilies" by mary oliver, from why i wake early

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

More sky.   It never runs out. :  From my files

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Mary Oliver from Why I Wake Early (p.8-9).

Where Does the Temple Begin, Where Does It End? There are things you can't reach. But But you can reach out to them, and all day long. The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of God. And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier. The snakes slides away, the fish jumps, like a little lily, out of the water and back in; the goldfinches sing from the unreachable top of the tree. I look; morning to night I am never done with looking. Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing around as though with your arms open. And thinking: maybe something will come, some shining coil of wind, or a few leaves from any old tree -- they are all in this too. And now I will tell you the truth. Everything in the world comes. At least, closer. And, cordially. Like the nibbling, tinsel-eyed fish; the unlooping snake. Like goldfinches, little dolls of gold fluttering around the corner of the sky of God, the blue air.

[localwench]

Mary Oliver poem of the day

[egophiliac]

buckle up lads we're going BACK INTO THE BOOK

[hinamie]

色彩 [Shikisai]

[liriostigre]

Mary Oliver “Why I Wake Early.” Why I Wake Early

[an-internet-introvert]

Countdown to October 19th (15/19)

DanandPhilGAMES Comeback

[a-ramblinrose]

"Watch, now, how I start the day

in happiness, in kindness."

[soup-guts]

☕️ his eyes are open but he’s not conscious ☕️

[peace-hunter]

tfone au where OP is created as the last of the primes but way after them, a sparkling born at what were thought to be the last days of the war against the quintessons, the beginning of a new generation of peace after eons of war. a child meant to be loved and raised knowing nothing of war nor sacrifice.

he's kept mostly out of the spotlight by his siblings, who don't wish to expose him to everyone's optics so young, and want to wait until the war is done and over to properly introduce him to their people.

except of course the primes are betrayed and murdered by sentinel, the war is lost and everyone who knows and cared for the truth is either banished or outright killed in order to suppress it.

and the high guard, the ones the primes trusted the most, the ones that were supposed to protect them, the ones who failed in their most important duty, have to make a choice. to take the last prime, their last hope, with them to the surface, a hostile environment where there's little to no supplies and where they'll be hunted down by both sentinel and the quintessons as the biggest threat to their regimen.

or hide him in plain sight. place him where sentinel won't think to look for him. one more sparkling among many. and hope it will be enough to keep him alive. pray to primus that he'll protect his last child long enough for them to come back for him when it's safer (even if most of them have already lost their faith on him when he allowed the rest of his children to be massacred like that)

they almost lose their resolve when they realize they will have to take the little one's cog away in order to make him blend in with the rest of the newborns (and oh do they burn with murderous intent when they see what sentinel has done to their people but it's not the time yet-) but in the end they decide an impaired little prime is better than a dead one.

and so in the chaos of thirteen dead primes and a sudden energon crisis, a little sparkling who very few mechs really knew about and even fewer had seen completely vanishes. and in the depths of iacon a mech in charge of a new batch of newborns scratches their helm in confusion as they realize they must have miscounted the first time.

optimus prime is quietly erased from any official records by sentinel, written off as dead when they find a sparkling's frame mangled beyond recognition after an attack on the base of those rebels that insist on being a thorn on his side. killing the sparkling hadn't been precisely in his plans, he probably could've found some use for it after all, but he's not particularly upset about it either.

and orion pax grows up with an ache on his spark that tells him he's missing something far more important than a t-cog and dreams of gentle and loving hands, cradling him against the frames of mechs he cannot recall the faces of.