Poetry & Verse

reminds me of one heartbreak that hits in flashbacks and echoes

The last two lines of Liu Changqing's "Lodging in the Snow at the Home of the Hibiscus Mountain Master."

Dusk, distant hills, a cold sky, a bare cottage. Then a dog at the brushwood gate. The poem never opens the door. No face, no fire, no greeting. It decides the bark is enough: someone is coming home through the snow.

日暮蒼山遠

天寒白屋貧

柴門聞犬吠

風雪夜帰人

Dusk, and the green hills run far.

The sky is cold; the white cottage is poor.

At the brushwood gate, a dog barks —

a person returns through wind and snow.

Do you hear the traveler arriving, or the house that was waiting?

Words cannot describe how hard and deep this one hit my blunder years emo heart.

Still rips though. An oldie but goodie

She was born on August 5, 1934, and died on August 31, 2026, at the age of 92. RIP, Wendell Berry 🤍

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Stray Bird

First post here.. pointed brush on wrapping paper with some copperplates.

Main text done with P.W. Akkerman Diep Duinwaterblauw in my Franklin-Christoph Model 50 Grandis in antique glass with Raven 1.3 cursive calligraphy nib. Initial capital Q was done with a Speedball C-0 nib dipped in Akkerman Israel’s Zeeblauw. Gold knotwork in Coliro’s pearlescent Inca Gold.

If I were doing it over, I would choose to use U’s instead of Roman V’s for the vowels.

Word of the day : https://www.merriam-webster.com/word-of-the-day/2026/10/09/

Pen : Pilot parallel 6mm

Ink : Parker Quink black.

Paper : 300 GSM, cold pressed watercolour paper.

Pilot parallel 3,8 mm
Fire

Busierraptor with 3.8mm Pilot Parallel Pen with red and blue Ecoline Watercolor.

dannygoldentractor with 3.8mm Pilot Parallel Pen with yellow