A slit in the clouds.
The moon opens like an eye.
Can we hold its gaze?
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Katarzyna Popiel
A translator, a writer. Two languages to reconcile, two countries called home.
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They Sing
Some say they twinkle I can hear their alien hum – Cold songs of the void * * * The story behind the story: when I watched the stars as a child, I was sure they were emitting sounds. I could feel their low vibrations resonate deep inside my body. Adults were amused hearing me say that the stars hum but other kids listened with open mouths to my stories of singing stars and alien races living there who might be looking up to the sky this very minute so that our eyes could meet and we wouldn't even know. I guess I was a storyteller even then. And you know what? The stars really can sing (or rather scientists can make them do it).
By Katarzyna Popielabout a year ago in Poets
I wanted to title this something different, but worried that my chosen title might cause problems entering the United States in the future so this is the new title. It's the greatest title. No one has ever written a title better than this. (All titles unrelated to content).
Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
By Hannah Moore5 days ago in Humans
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The moon opens like an eye - Absolutely beautiful Haiku
Congrats!
WTG!
Congrats on placing, Katarzyna! Great work!
Simple but evocative. Nice work!
Congratulations on placing, Katarzyna!! Love this haiku :)
Gorgeous
Congratulations. I like to think we are under the moon's gaze.
Love how you have used the idea of the moon watching us. Congratulations. 🥰
This is a lovely haiku! Congratulations!
I liked this one already, back to say congratulations!
Congratulations! The moon sees! ⚡❤️⚡
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Fabulous!!! Congratulations on the runner up win!!!❤️❤️💕
When I look at the moon I always feel as if I should look away. Really magical verse. Congratulations on your win.
Congratulations, Katarzyna! Wonderful haiku!
Congrats, Katarzyna!! Amazing haiku and well deserved win!
Loved your poem!
A favorite in this challenge.
Awww, he's peeking at us! I loved the idea of that!
This is wonderful! Well done!
I love how this opens doubt and bravery at once.