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

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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

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I touch my heart but there is only a flower there A many-petaled one I must protect her So that the one i love can breathe deeply And be comforted 💌

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she shed tearful goodbyes for an innocence befitting and pled with baleful blue eyes for the childhood now lost she bled dry her abductor while he slept near his blessing then fled, spilling no mercy with her new dark #passenger host #whistpr #writingprompt #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

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impulse buy a one way ticket to the past sole passenger on a silver bullet fired back through time (time flies by in daydream flashes humming its own song) final destination unknown wonder when I'll arrive in the history books #ScifaikuSaturday #whistpr #vss365

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I worry when I am at-the-end old and all the seasons are summerfall that my #final regret will be never walking through the snow with you any of the winters when the spring promise of your face brought me out into the cold. #vss365

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weeping sap for the hungry woodpecker ruthless with its drill - ❖ - winter's final leaf in midair hesitation a fateless journey #dailyhaikuprompt [sap] #haikuchallenge [journey] #vss365 [final] #haiku #writingprompt #writingcommunity #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets

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you talk of passengers who took the long way round (honest concealers who forget more of skies than you care to remember) to stand on a russet stair tourists to your carbon chatter taking pictures of a pointed view in the blue, a whistle sounds more precise for the quiet #whistpr

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Me and Old Robot are hunting for the head this fancy hat belongs on. First, we meet a statue. He's standing on big words like courage and honour. Got dandy pants and mutton chop whiskers. Longest stare I ever saw, all the way out to sea and into memory. Or hope, Old Robot says. #whistpr #inkMine

submitted 5 days ago • 4 comments

You are picture vs. #vision; where science meets magic, the constancy of clouds. Your thumbs against my cheeks, reteaching, smiling becomes a kind-of prayer and also a kind of lying down. Is this how a book feels when it gets its cover? To hold so many words and still be calm... #vss365

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up on Jack’s Hill we sit among shards of countless silence layered on repeat hey dj, don’t skip the rusted billions of final static for reddened endings under you under me #vss365 #final

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a #final wish is too much to ask after a lifetime's opportunities so i 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 go gentle, mr. thomas despite my dying light i'll welcome that which i deserve the nothingness—my oblivion in all its painful glory because there are no good nights #vss365

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extinguish the lamp his #vision impaired but for hopeless stars waves #chop the rocky shore a lighthouse in the dark the salty scent of resignation the taste of bitten lip & alacrity ships will smash against the shore in the carnage of his wake but the sea will rise & fall forever #vss365 #whistpr

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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

submitted 32 days ago • 1 comment

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

submitted 74 days ago • 2 comments

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

submitted 74 days ago • 4 comments

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.

submitted 73 days ago • 3 comments

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

submitted 72 days ago • 1 comment

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

submitted 74 days ago • 7 comments

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

submitted 74 days ago • 2 comments

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?

submitted 72 days ago • 2 comments

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

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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

submitted 112 days ago • 2 comments

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

submitted 111 days ago • 0 comments

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

submitted 111 days ago • 2 comments

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

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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

submitted 122 days ago • 7 comments

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

submitted 123 days ago • 1 comment

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

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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

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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

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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

submitted 124 days ago • 0 comments

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

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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

submitted 124 days ago • 2 comments

#MaryOliver #Poetry

submitted 135 days ago • 4 comments

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

submitted 132 days ago • 2 comments

reading poetry

submitted 131 days ago • 4 comments

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

submitted 130 days ago • 0 comments

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submitted 132 days ago • 1 comment

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

submitted 132 days ago • 0 comments

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

submitted 132 days ago • 2 comments

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

submitted 131 days ago • 2 comments

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

submitted 136 days ago • 0 comments

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

submitted 136 days ago • 0 comments

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

submitted 136 days ago • 1 comment

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

submitted 136 days ago • 5 comments