It’s the small things that ground me in life these days and I’m grateful I stumbled on this weekly moment to take a breath and play with words. Thank you!
And now. . .
Small
Again
Feeling all of five years and ten
Playing the “Georgia Peach” of papa’s label
So easy to jump between who I could have been and the life his words made of me
Title: grounding self
One
Two
Three
Four
Five.
Jump!
land easy
Jump!
Land easy
Breathe
Come alive
Breathe
Come alive
I’ve been flowing between the waters of health and illness
I seek refuge in my journals
I proper my form, position myself in a state of remembrance, I know who I am
Georgia darling, one day I feel like a vector is etched on my side other days I’m in nirvana
One
Two
Three
Four
Five.
Jump!
Land easy.
Breathe
Come alive
Breathe.
Georgia darling, is this what it means to be alive ?
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I love this one, it evoked so many memories for me.
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Artstack Poetry Haul Challenge Week 11
Between the Tracks and Time
🛤️
Five miles out from nowhere fast,
where the past still lingers sweet,
the Whistle Stop Café in Juliette, Georgia
hums with voices, slow and deep.
🍅
Fried Green Tomatoes sizzle bright,
golden memories crisp with spice,
a taste of love, a bite of life,
a thread of remembrance sliced.
🚂
The Midnight Train to Georgia calls,
steel and longing in its cry—
a vector drawn through time-worn tracks,
a pull to leave, a push to try.
🎼
You stand between the then and now,
where ghosts and hunger intertwine.
Some jumps are hard, some falls are easy,
but home is more than state or sign.
🇺🇸🇩🇪
So if the road bends back again,
if echoes come in whispers low,
let Georgia’s arms, let Juliette’s hands
remind you of what hearts know.
❤️
#ThePoetryHaul @Artstack
Here are your 10 words for the week: jump, easy, Georgia, remembrance, vector, five, between, you, come, life
The remembrance of us
an inescapable rift,
a movement with no vector.
Between you and me,
life remained still,
latent.
Five bets,
we gained some,
we lost more.
What was the cost?
Turn On The Light by Sarah Hauser
In between
Heaven-hell
This moment
Striving to be
Not a remembrance
Nor the troubled road ahead
But to be
In this clarity
To see all around me
It can be easy
To lose my way
In this life
It can be easy
To give up
And give in
But when I get to that edge
I remember the light
That always lives within
Share this light with others
Who suffer in the dark
We must find the way through
To another day
Even the smallest spark
Can help light the way
#artstackpoets #ThePoetryHaul @artstack
I hope I did this right. Thank you for the inspiration!
you told me to jump
you said it was easy
five paces; “just let the wind catch you
on your way down”
between you and I
ive never been brave
but I wonder if courage
is simply the choice to embrace the fall
so I breathe,
and in the space between fear and hope,
I inhale something sacred—
the remembrance that life itself
is a series of jumps,
where we dare to surrender,
to let the wind catch us,
to find our wings in gravity’s embrace
Georgia,
.
A vector for remembrance.
.
Between you and me…
.
The memories come to life.
.
Slow and easy.
.
Get ready to jump.
.
In five, four, three, two, one.
~JR🖤
Here are your 10 words for the week: jump, easy, Georgia, remembrance, vector, five, between, you, come, life
It’s the small things that ground me in life these days and I’m grateful I stumbled on this weekly moment to take a breath and play with words. Thank you!
And now. . .
Small
Again
Feeling all of five years and ten
Playing the “Georgia Peach” of papa’s label
So easy to jump between who I could have been and the life his words made of me
A vector of remembrance
Which never leaves
Much like you
Staring at someone you think you know
Loving the sweet thick dripping
A bit too obsessively
From my Georgian lips
A Gogyohka:
"How easy
the remembrance of you
coming and going
between
here and there."
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Prompt words: easy, remembrance, between, you, come
——
@ARTSTACK #artstackpoets
Vector Between Us
Jump—no, lean.
Slip between the spaces,
the easy breath before the plunge.
Five thoughts flicker—one stays.
A glass of Georgia red,
toppling sideways - its spill pooling
dark and deliberate
the colour of blood
The line moves, bends,
remembrance shifts its weight
like a bird mid-flight,
like the way you say come
but never say stay.
Life holds—then lets go—
hands loosen, voices lift.
A vector stretching just beyond reach,
just beyond where you
left me standing.
Week 12
I never eat dinner before 6
When I was that age
I was in a constant state of social anxiety
My lust for food was like the rain
It came in storms, but sometimes light sprinklings
The past duplicates itself like reflections
Now I never eat after 7
#artstack
The Tracks Remember
🛤️
I missed the midnight train to Georgia,
not by mistake, but by design—
I stayed behind with my suitcase of stories,
still heavy with remembrance.
🕔
It’s always five o’clock somewhere,
but I don’t drink anymore.
I sip silence instead,
measure time in heartbeats and bold exits.
🛟
Life is life, they say,
as if that answers anything.
As if that soothes the burn
between you and the sky.
🪂
Some days, I still want to jump,
not off—never off—
but into: the canyon wind,
a melody I forgot I loved,
a voice saying, you’ve got a friend,
when all I hear is static.
🛌
I take it easy now, or try to—
learn to lie between the sheets
without flinching
at the shadows that come
when the lights are soft
and the memories sharper than sleep.
🪩
Come on Eileen—
you sang that once,
your boots muddy, your eyes
full of stories you wouldn’t tell.
I carry them now, etched in my stride,
a stubborn kind of grace.
🔄
And Vector—
I never knew the song,
but I know the pull:
a direction,
a force,
a longing between past and purpose.
😮💨
And still,
you.
Always you,
woven like music through
the long, slow breath
of life.
Title: In Remembrance
•
The devil didn’t stay in
Georgia. He ignited his
interests like five fires
•
come to life. Like the
orator that dies in his
ideas. Like the you
•
between the I, crying-
come here, come easy.
Come clean. The vector
•
and his incursion. Run
the room, jump the gun.
Kill the crowd. Soothe
•
your secrets, soothe
their souls. Soothe
yourself. Feed the pathos
•
in each.
Instinctual.
Animal.
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Words used: jump, easy, Georgia, remembrance, vector, five, between, you, come, life
@artstack #ThePoetryHaul
So cool! I finally participated in the challenge with my kids. Check out our poems - https://open.substack.com/pub/bigmouthstrikesajen/p/things-can-be-easy
thanks for the encouragement @ARTSTACK 💚
https://open.substack.com/pub/clementpaulus/p/compiled-essays-liminal-abstraction?r=5c1ys6&utm_medium=ios
Thank you so much for the feature!