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strolling thru meadows of melancholia, gathering posies redolent of sorrow old writes ~ https://refractreality.wordpress.com me, alone ~ https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:3yjerjyqbebagtkxzelzmpzt/feed/aaacqtaesqkoe banner: cai guo-qiang
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silent moon the sound of my breath a slow waltz all the love songs I remember are relics tinny old voice of my internal speakers but there's earth a flawless memory of dawn chorus #ScifaikuSaturday #whistpr #inkMine #vss365

scraped-knee raw the past's flaws never heal just metastasise - ❖ - wow!—what could it be dare we dream of contact they'd not be impressed #inkmine [flaw] #haiku #inspiredhaiku [a signal... 250607] #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

pollen-drunk the bumble rests its wings before flying home - ❖ - magenta ribbons racing through the night sky morning finish line #dailyhaikuprompt [pollen] #haikuchallenge [magenta] #haiku #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

poppies' tribute descanso by the roadside —remembering #waleshaikujournal [poppy] #haiku #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ʟɪsᴛᴇɴ #Scape #ForestFriday #photography #blueskyrelay | #authentic #haiku

I stand at the Old Crooked Cross holding onto a penny's worth of thoughts and prayers Weightless in my palm Like nothing is there Mysterious like maybe there really isn't anything there And I'm just holding on to Air Like trying to capture hope It all just feels so futile

who is it across the expanse piercing deep the darkness what if they are the #speaker and i am the lost echo a #relic of history mimicking the moved-ons and better-thans with atavistic hopefullness for a future taunting me forever out of reach #vss365 #whistpr

metacarpal ponds fed by ten phalangal waterfalls; twin rainstorms darken fitful palms hidden amongst sobbing brooks and gasping valley; the skies are black with poetry, the cries are sparkling glass in the abyss, the goodbyes are inevitable #sensewrds 79 #writingprompt #writingcommunity

what if #someone had actually cared to call that day? but picking into the sore of that question bore thorns beneath our fingernails guilt that pierced our sensitive marrow so it was better to believe you had just gone away on a long journey; finding yourself In the stars beyond the clouds #vss365

waterfall stars edelweiss sparkle white over rainbow mist - ❖ - imprisoned stars are of no consequence life in darkness #dailyhaikuprompt [waterfall] #haiku #inspiredhaiku [stars app... 250605] #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

it's a losing prospect writing these things in vain attempts to find #someone new wedged in the kerning but the words don't lie they echo the same arguments expose the same flaws fall on the same deaf eyes it's not poetry i don't know what it is only that the words burn a hole in my silence #vss365

time: voracious, heartless devouring meaningless moments rending the meaningful only the memorable survive history embraces charisma and the random fortune of the zeitgeist what hope remains a will lacking potency for life —one not #lost, just never found #whistpr #writingprompt #writingcommunity

Ghost of self walks slower slower still and light hurts where are angelic choirs to lullaby unease clouds turn away reality no longer real say it, say it to me - life you have paused does lavender cease to be fragrant, crushed can one still wander dreams with you when eclipsed #Poetry

There were six to begin with, but I couldn't make myself change the bulbs in that iron chandelier, even though it was my duty as the tallest. Six bright young things, lambent as suns in that gloomy house. Now, two remain; the oldest and youngest. We eye each other as the penultimate bulb flickers.

she saw him daily in the garden she decided he was the one she willed him to pick her, stopping for none other; and so he did he placed her on a pedestal to enchant all who would pass she would die adored—fulfilled and being he daily in their garden would bethink himself of her #vss365 #stop

the snowflake fell soft as a moth's breath gone without a trace - ❖ - leisurely stroll in a woodland homecoming leaves fall like ticker tape #dailyhaikuprompt [moth] #haikuchallenge [leisure] #haiku #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

∴ cracked mug, spring light seeps through the pores of old advice seams hold their worth · no birds at the sill fitting our breath to the draft we heed the tea-lore ∴ #vss365 #haikufeels #inkmine #poemspell

the river pored o'er each pebble in its bed hunting gemstones - ❖ - a hopeless sigh moved the flame to shake its hips seducing dreamland #haikufeels [pore] #haiku #inspiredhaiku [a candle... 250604] #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

Thoughts of #spring Turn to ash in my mouth — No more birdsong Except broken silence Fluttering in the grass Searching for a way To become whole And all I’m left with Is an eternal summer Heat that drapes its mantle Heavy over my shoulders As if the earth Had decided To turn its back On me #vss365

For @rfsmith.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Spectating from childhood and beyond. Thanks for such an inspiring prompt.

the #pink is gone, shed like a bad dream in a waking nightmare. just as well... wasn't a good colour on me. at least now i can relax, the grey matter being gone, too. no black lungs to cough up, no ruddy razors to clean; only shades of jaundice by moonlight #whistpr #writingprompt #writingcommunity

I painted yesterday’s sorrow A bookmark of the in between …a line of grey in a palette of endless colors… #SenseWrds 78

Time for the spring slaughter. I thrust a knife into the porcine carcass, parting thick green skin from marbled flesh. Sticky juices run down my forearms. I sprinkle coarse salt over the sanguine meat. My mouth waters as I resist the urge to bury my face in the fresh watermelon. #vss365 #spring

I’m in the device if anyone wants anything

deforestation roots of the family tree pruning deadwood - ❖ - contemplative palm bent over sunlit lagoon quiet reflection #dailyhaikuprompt [roots] #haikuchallenge [lagoon] #haiku #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

finger painting myself onto her mama eyes hearth billow spring singing a story a lore see an o pen says a me i drink me in all of me seven letters seven sweaters seven getters i am i am i am where when they finally found me i am laughing undone here stained and aching with joy #vss365

ankle deep each swelling #spring like shackles or nooses every step sinks further his ripples affecting less & less around him no one asks a drowning man for thoughts on the water no one dives to his feet to set him floating free —each maw slowly salivates for a taste of his deepening agony #vss365

tears wash away with a hit of morning rain pluvial care - ❖ - liminal time slows grandfather's silences grow epochs between tocks #haikufeels [hit] #haiku #inspiredhaiku [a clock... 250603] #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

I could swim the distance Between you and I; Lungs wrung raw Because breath control Had never been my Strongest point; But it didn’t matter That I’d almost drowned Trying to reach you Somehow, it made sense Returning to these #straits Just to measure What it would take To finally Reach you #vss365

I sought light once twice it birthed shade #Photography #Poetry 📷:mine

the #knit, beginning at his brow, terminated as a knot in his stomach. years of eaten words and swallowed pride pulled the thread down. there was never time to stitch when each stitch begat nine; and never time to mend when there was discord being sown #whistpr #writingprompt #writingcommunity

dark sea spray bespeckles my spectacles waves apology - ❖ - like tumbleweeds fur tufts roll thru sunbeams incurious purr #dailyhaikuprompt [spray] #haiku #inspiredhaiku [a cat... 250602] #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

look in the mirror weep for the child behind the eyes a #strait of tears connecting past to present oceans never met different skies united by an old sol the child weeps for you & their dreams you'll never realise; for themself and what they've become #vss365

Trails she leaves behind venomously superficial whose world do they live within I attempt to detach applause for each that isn't me, silence for the one who sees #Poetry

i scratch the vinyl; a broken record no lyrics left in this #swan song i'm now only moved by the dirge that lay hidden inside my lost lullaby an echo of meaningless words #whistpr #writingprompt #writingcommunity

A silent cry Bleeds thick in the mouth Of a #splinter, Throbbing red Thumb swollen Picking up the consequences Of a clumsy mistake — A broken handle And smiling face Cracked right down the middle Like a joke turned sour Tongue-in-cheek Because the punchline Hit a little too close To home #vss365

scarlet dawn the city gulls are crying salty for the sea here is a splinter of my driftwood heart #whistpr #30Days30Words #vss365

the forest thief raccoon footprints leading a trail of berries - ❖ - windowsill pie buttled by a gentle breeze kiss to my senses #dailyhaikuprompt [berry] #haikuchallenge [kiss] #haiku #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

though i see double-vision split-tongue divided-time moving forward with half a mind to... splinters in the soles between the toes under tooth and nail footfall and wordfall neither leave an imprint but for writing on the wall #vss365 #splinter

four was too many —decades alone tally marks counting scars healed, waxen-white bone-seared in #scarlet time is a sinister salve lazily devouring memory but bones never forget the weight they carry #fromoneline 375 #whistpr #writingprompt #writingcommunity

with jasmine-braided locks and her lips to the breeze, she was the only one who could hold hands with a #sunbeam and not make luna jealous. she used to dance with the wildflowers because she was one of them, and they celebrate her memory with blossoms that never wane #vss365