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finger-painting on black canvas kohl of a lesser god #echolalic words skull-scraped falling like angels #fluttering darkness memories smashing in your collider blackening the walls so you pass the time pulling fingernails down your chalkboard drawing breaths & snorting bloodlines #vss365 #whistpr

darkside station old robot keeps secrets for a lost team hums to herself songs of deep starless night without words as the comms link to her longago world crackles and howls #ScifaikuSaturday (team) #DailyHaikuPrompt (night) #inkMine (howl) #prompt

night-blooming jasmine I dreamt I could smell the stars shine #haiku #poetry #dailyhaikuprompt (night)

You are fantastic. You are a moment of profound realization. You are the resilience of a water bear. You are a gothic film with practical effects. You are a labyrinth formed of ancient hedges, populated by eldritch hedgehogs and talking capybaras in top hats.

I climb your staircase a sublime effigy, the bead between orange carpet & wall, two up one down a sunset binary I want to ask which room was yours? to sit upon the stain & swallow your attics our fingers wet with ghosts & inspiration #vss365 #poetryprompt #backinthegame

your indivisibility is where chewing bread and watching the light goop over the fence are the same thing, or thinking I think I love you is flight/a bumblebee/a name/so so impossible I need me to yell me the whole thing again #vss365

he watched the hourglass and how each grain of sand was indivisible from a moment how time always flowed downward with each instant drowning in the last and how his beach was nearly complete #vss365 #indivisibility

At 11:11, a painted lady beetle walked the perimeter of my keyboard then crossed to the center of the screen. I'm 10 pages from finishing what I promised myself would be the last read-through before querying. I forget, does that mean I'm going to get a 6-figure or a 7-figure deal for this book?

I rose up Tired in my flesh Getting old now I'm so lucky

My last poem and my first poem and all of my poems in between won't be published until I die. Unless my poems are lost in the shuffle blown away by the wind or become protest poems, the type you throw on a roaring fire. I'm in that place again where I'm tired of saying the same old thing. #poetry

This place this same old place Sometimes I think the #mercury in the same old jaundiced doorside thermometers is the only thing that changes. Even then, the same old people in their aching knee-deep tracks are something closer to happier when it doesn't. This place this same old fucking #vss365

i envy those who believe in safe havens is it real to you like heaven & hell a bottle's bottom, a needle's squelch the open arms of a loving—anyone or is it the consistency of pain finding comfort in knowing your lot no surprises, no expectations your back turned to turned backs #vss365 #safehaven

a stillness you & me & the river time’s ribbon cut & loosed into the waking sky, all grey & blind to our suns hidden beneath the steeple of cold hands a cathedral of oxeye that hum a dirge from the #safe-haven of the reeds shh, can you hear it? that’s where our bones will be #vss365

Half past the last train. All the station ghosts alight. One drifts into Lost Property (it's seldom locked up tight). A flock of feral umbrellas is released into the night. Tartans, polkadots & rainbows spinning over city lights. The station ghosts enjoy a little break from black & white. #vss365

Perhaps everything didn’t have to make sense. The world could be a square on a wobbly axis, making the atmosphere judder like a #rocket. Tomorrow she could wake up to snakes walking and insects talking right by her ear. Spiders telling her the secrets to how they spun their finest silk. #vss365

truth lies in the #rockets' red glare; so too in the incoherent stare of a child's underdeveloped mind. levying the souls of innocence with the weight of conscience and gold. swaddled in the burning banner until the trodden be bold #vss365

February haunts itself in closed doors and cobwebbed windows a spectre of torn earth creaking with the floorboards and all the #rockets and shoots of spring still locked away as the ghost of all the seasons calls from fox to crow and hides its barren footprint in these days of melted snow #vss365

A #rocket’s the thing or is it? grass greener & not grass but dust - russet, they call it, like two moons caught by the hole of your face, blind to the chunder of scorched earth #vss365 #writingprompt #writingcommunity

I am caught in the ooze of perpetual #sonder a modern primordial tap tap tapping out smoke signals in my midnight, morning a break in the blind, so much blue, better to see you by to caress your face & the faces of strangers I wish to know, better than my own #vss365 #writingcommunity

today, it is my birthday. yesterday, i didn't want a tomorrow. but today— nothing has changed #poetry

it was the #sonder of reality that drove her to isolation; or at least, what inured her to it. why burden others, who she supposes are just as miserable, with her own suffering. it's her birthday. again. and she'll let it pass like any other day—just trying to stay alive until tomorrow #vss365

#MaryOliver #Poetry

poetry is like gossiping about god and praying to a pine tree

reading poetry

may we walk into the forest a conifer fantasy of needles in the skin -a fragrant wellness- & the pomp & merriment of a camp fire, other lights smoked to the sky just how we like it I’d like, to rest to close my eyes on the fawn look on your face & the things beyond me I cannot see #vss365

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empty ocean— empathetic tears loosed for the fallen - ❖ - winter's attrition— triumphantly overcomes summer thru fall #dailyhaikuprompt [ocean] #haikuchallenge [triumph] #haiku #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

Owl wrapped one great wing around the small deer to still its shivers, hooting lowly of marvelous things he had seen in his flights. And so they stayed until the first faint light of dawn appeared in the east. The #fawn arose, shaky but full of renewed hope, and bowed low to her new friend. #vss365

he scattered time from his pocket to aging cranes breaking fast by the bank. this pocket bore the holes from his life, which left a trail of time back to the beginning. but when looking back, he couldn't see a dawn; so took to waxing fairytales of what might have been #sensewrds 28 #writingprompt

pebble dam together individuals alter waters - ❖ - the stern wind presses branches forward reverent bow #dailyhaikuprompt [pebble] #haikuchallenge [reverent] #haiku #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

a vengeance smote with lithe elegance - ❖ - sitting on steps, baptised in rainfall - ❖ - lacrimose under the movement's symphonic sorrow #storyin6 [lithe, step, movement] #writingprompt #writingcommunity @sixwordsx.bsky.social

clean kitten wrapped up in a swaddle wintertime bath - ❖ - lavender stems wrapped up for a journey garden transplant #waleshaikujournal [wrapped up] #haiku #micropoetry #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

I picked up the end of the world and put it in my pocket, where it burrowed and spread without making a sound so no one knew what I had found, and the ghost of moonlight, slight and #slithy as rot on fallen leaves, was the only light that dared to shine on such a fearful sight. #vss365

What if we touched foreheads in front of the long beaker of ridicule bent-necked as bus drivers glassy, full-frontal dying of old-age you are beautiful off-label lean in please

Silently I am growing old Time the sneaky #slithy traitor But my soul inside Is too strong I rebel It knows how to light the way Although a wee bit squeaky My vertebrae’s a solid golden aura No need of patching up I am life Full of sparkling fusions #vss365

∴ slithy minds hissing schemish plots crack, lurch, and snap idle, we wont wait dashliously we strike back through shifting barrows, we rise ∴ #vss365 #writingcommunity #poetrylovers

yesterday's thorns between my idle fingers held no swing or sway. nor will the #chain shackled about my neck, slithering to the rafters high—without a #slithy word of praise. silence is the silent killer, and i am silent; a listener, a seer—and there's no place for me here #blueskyrelay #vss365

our oars liberated, we were at the mercy of the cattails. w/ amber eyes surfacing in the wake of our traversal, the #slithy cilia swept us along thru the swamp's stygian stench. attercops & bloodnouns danced & chanted on the banks, as we were slowly fed upstream toward the mouth of the bog #vss365

the birds fall first unmanned drones silent & cloaked in orange skies & carried under & you can’t feel it but you know the fear of every leaf that hoped for sweeter, richer in the fall but never the heat never the burning #vss365 #writingprompt #cloak #writingcommunity

Happy Friday, thanks for a lovely warm welcome yesterday. Your prompt word today is #cloak To cover, wrap, or conceal. To wear. It's all about hiding something, or being someone else: cloak and dagger. #vss365

Bad news, Radiohead fans. The band has finally revealed what country “The National Anthem” is the national anthem of: Loserville

Before Moon, we imagined such silence together. Shh. On Moon, we heard nothing, felt it. We talked silence over, and over each other, to ourselves. Shh. Can't fight it. Pompom symphonies, yeahyeahyeahs. All ends in Shh. Now they say we should come home. And we answer like Moon. Shh. #vss365

Maybe we're #fools, drowning in our anger without attempting to swim to the top. Drain the river and you will find idealists who wanted a better world without fighting for it. They will win as long as we're miserable so let your fist smile as it clenches the wick of tomorrow. #poetry #vss365

#vss365 ask me why I rise early and you’ll get silence that is my answer #silence #5amwritersclub