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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 20h

rain ran can can’t rain on the leaves and suddenly I ran somewhere years ago barefoot through a summer I can almost enter almost there that word again can the little hinge between what happened and what cannot happen again rain rain among the leaves the sound of someone running

Photograph of a rain-soaked Virginia woodland path.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

stay I say though stay is not what I mean do not remain who you are do not become smaller so I can keep you go where your life keeps going change change again only let me stand near enough to meet each person you become #poetry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

a silver inch of river slips down the heron’s throat #haiku

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

grammar the other life is mostly tense would have stayed might have become could still be outside the dog pulls me toward the woods she has no conditional I go #poetry

Photograph of my dog very happy to be in the woods.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

the last orange light passes through the trees dulcia somnia deus solis #haiku

Photograph in Central Virginia looking through the trees in a hilltop forest with the orange sun going down in the distance.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

peace monument the bronze sword freshly polished #haiku

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

harvest moon forest the white stag listens beneath the roots #haiku

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

beneath the monument a mole rearranges the victory #haiku

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

on the midnight watch the horizon vanished sea and sky one darkness beside me someone spoke about the morning I cannot remember the words only his face briefly red in the light from the hatch then dark above us the stars behind us the wake opening mile after mile with no one yet missing

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

under the blackberry canes a copperhead lies in all its colors leaf mold ember earth after rain not hidden complete my foot stops before thought can own the stopping neither of us moves between scale and skin the earth has no edge #poetry #nature

In the woods of Central, Virginia, a copperhead snake lies curled underneath the branch of a blackberry bush. His colors are very similar to the ground surrounding him.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

was something asked before the mouth before the mind divided yes from no the field inclines then rises the tall grass answering the wind though no one remembers the question #poetry

Photograph of a field in central Virginia with the wind blowing through the tall grass late in the day. Trees in the far distance and a cloudy sky.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

I watch myself go past things as if the world were a window and I am late even the flowers look like they have plans I do not know I touch the old iron fence to prove it is here it is cold and faithful the minutes keep their mouths shut #poetry

Photograph of an old iron fence, probably from the 19th Century with Virginia wildflowers growing around it. There is a road in the distance with trees and further back you can see the top of a hill or mountain. It is a cloudy day.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

the James moves east wide enough now to contain what the Appomattox has been behind me the rivers meet without becoming less themselves or perhaps that is only what I need to believe a heron steps through the shallows lifting one foot cleanly from the world it leaves behind #poetry

Near where the James River and the Appomattox become one, a heron steps through the water.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

a kingfisher crosses the river its blue body already gone when the cry reaches me for several moments the bird exists in two places one in the world one still arriving inside me

Photograph of a river in Central Virginia. The trees are reflected on the water and you can see rocks surrounding it. There is a kingfisher in flight crossing the river.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

the sentence requires a subject the field apparently does not #poetry

Photograph of a field in central Virginia in mid September. There are trees in the background and toward the left, the sun is rising. There is mist rising from the field before the trees.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

after the rain mist rises from the field and the field enters the sky blade by blade standing among it I cannot tell whether the world has disappeared or come closer #poetry

Photograph of a field in central Virginia. Missed rises From the field after the rain has stopped obscuring the view of the distance.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

somewhere between the field and the first dark trees I become the one who remembers entering though the one who entered has already gone farther #poetry

Photograph of where a field in central Virginia meets the forest. It is late summer, some of the grasses are yellowing, and there are blue and yellow wildflowers. The path leading into the woods, appears to be created by deer or other animals. To the left, and in the background, you can see hills and the sun starting to go down.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

wood word worn warn the wood does not become a word until I enter it oak pine creek crow each thing taken briefly into my mouth and worn smooth by saying I want to warn the world against this but warn is only another word so I walk farther and say nothing #poetry #nature

Photograph of the September Woods in Central Virginia. Sunlight streaming through the trees and a creek off to the right.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

along the river stone after stone stonier for being together a congregation of stones a parliament of stones a stubbornness of stones each having spent ten thousand years refusing to become the next thing though beneath them sand sand sand #poetry

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Sean Wright 🇦🇺🏳️‍⚧️♿ @sbwrightpoet.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

This week’sFallen Petals senryu and Haiku poetry commentary. featuring poets: @myxlp.bsky.social @oevermann.bsky.social @asurashaiku.bsky.social @markrmeyer.bsky.social @extraspecialbitter.bsky.social Folding cranes and the kingfisher’s cry thesehaiku.substack.com/p/folding-cr...

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Folding cranes and the kingfisher’s cry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

I came here for quiet quiet quite not quite the creek keeps interrupting stones interrupt the creek a woodpecker interrupts the trees and I who wanted silence find myself listening list listen glissen no there is no such word but sunlight on the water does it anyway #poetry

Photographs of the sunlight glistening on a creek running through the woods in Central Virginia.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

in the field the thistles thistle one after another after another a whole thistling of them purple-headed needle-hearted each making its small argument against being touched I walk among them careful careful as though the earth had suddenly grown a thousand little noes #poetry

Photograph of a field in central Virginia with many thistles. You can see hills in the background and it is late in the day. The sun has sunk low.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

i did not mean to miss it the way the early sun rests on the rim of the sink the small steam from my coffee already cooling i keep believing the day is elsewhere but it is here doing its quiet work when i look it holds still long enough #poetry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

later trying to remember the way back I could see each turn clearly the creek the fallen poplar the slope where ferns had covered the stones but not the moment the path became a memory or the memory became the path #poetry #nature

Photograph of a fallen tulip poplar lying across an old trail, with ferns in a central Virginia forest.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

beyond the last trees the road shone after rain I could see where it went past the field past the distant houses and still I turned once more toward the woods where nothing was waiting and felt recognized #poetry #nature

Photograph in Central Virginia of a road passing the edge of the woods. It is dusk, and there are houses in the distance.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

walking home I found the light had changed the field was still the field the crows rose from it but everything I had carried out seemed to belong to the person returning and not to me #poetry #nature

Photograph of a field late in the day in Central Virginia. Two crows are flying overhead. The grass is tall with wildflowers mixed in between.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

when I reached the edge of the woods the field appeared wide with late light for a moment I could not remember which life I was returning to then the wind moved through the grass and all I had been passed through me #poetry #nature

Photograph of a field at the edge of the woods in Central Virginia.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

the farther I walked the less the day seemed to require of me a thrush called from beyond the creek not asking who had come or who would return the sound passed through what remained of the question #poetry #nature

Photograph of a creek rolling over stones through the woods in Central Virginia.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

I recognized the clearing though I had never stood there the same pale grass the same trees leaning away from an absence perhaps my memories are not what happened but a place inside of me where something might have #poetry #nature

Photograph of a clearing deep in the woods in Central Virginia. Light through the absence of canopy illuminates the grasses.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

there are places the body remembers before the mind a bend in the river the smell of rain beneath oak leaves I arrive and whatever has been waiting there continues through me #poetry #nature

Photograph of a river cutting through the woods in Central Virginia. It was a rainy day, but still quite beautiful and worth the walk

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

mist on the river a kingfisher’s cry crosses alone #haiku

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

morning opens a heron lifts from the shallows water falling from its feet for several moments the river and the sky are joined by what is leaving both #poetry #poetrysky #nature #photography

Photograph of a heron launching into the air from the Appomattox River in Central Virginia

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

somewhere beyond the marked trail I stopped being the one who chose to come here the trees have no use for my reasons the creek passes through its stones and whatever I have called my life becomes one sound among many #poetry

Photograph of a creek running through the woods in central Virginia.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

today I walked farther than I intended until the path became only a way the leaves had been disturbed behind me the person I was this morning closed slowly like water and ahead the woods continued #poetry

Photograph of an old forest path in Virginia covered by leaves and nearly gone.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

a fox has crossed here the mud keeping four delicate prints then water then nothing I follow for several yards before I understand her absence is also the trail #poetry

Photograph of a forest in Virginia after a heavy rain. A fox’s paw prints leading up to a large puddle of water.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

i have spent years becoming someone today under the trees i forget to continue for a while #poetry

Photograph of a path through a forest in Virginia.

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

the deer at the edge of the road does not know the road is ours this seems important though i cannot say why behind her the woods have never agreed to any of our borders

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

this morning a flock lifted from the field all at once the sky becoming black with wings before i could say what it meant it was over perhaps this is why the moment felt complete #poetry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

the world is loud with opinions and i am tired of my own i want a single fact like water like your palm flat on my back #poetry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

the bat turns above the field toward something I cannot know there are worlds inside this one that do not require my senses to be complete #poetry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

before dawn the darkness is full of unfinished things webs nests roots dreams the road going on where no one is driving #poetry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

far above me migrating birds call through invisible miles #haiku

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

before the heron became a heron something gray lifted from the reeds and for that instant the world had no need of me #poetry

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Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛ @oevermann.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

first light a gate standing open to nothing that needs opening #poetry

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