Here’s a creature for today’s #vss365

the last breath of summer a ribbon of amber in a gray autumn day #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku

while business leaders dream about profit margins a cloud hides the sun #vss365

before sunrise a car's light tails between the pines #haiku #micropoem

The hospital ward echoes: soft chatter lulling in flows (a hollow ebb and swell). But my steps leave no marks, no sand captures my passing. Am I really here—in these starched lines? They tell me—think of holidays, the spiced scent of time away; a kind of trick I say. Kind. As I drift. #SenseWrds 139

hospital machines a nurse smokes a cigarette by the exit sign #haiku

#PoemsAbout #Blood With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

end of October hint of woodsmoke as the nights close in #haiku

Casting around for distraction amidst the sheer efficiency of the place, polished floors reflecting a thousand shuffling sorrows, I hide from a truth too resolute, too final. I settle on the sky— a plane appears to #hover, anchored above your words, clutching them tight as they drift apart. #vss365

midnight scrolling your face underlit Android eyes #vss365

The day lost its #verve, crumpled and ochre, light leeching the brights, mollifying the western flurries, leaving us indifferent and aloof. We follow the patina of yesterday's argument, sipping iced tea, words tracing the horizon with sardonic lines, and longer silences; longer and still. #vss365

#sensewrds 124 While the gathering left frown lines, passing streetlight flickers marking their creases, his car cuts out of the city. His posture, lightened, finger following a radio rhythm (early hours beat) the city's horizon still dark, the glass reflecting pale hope

#PoemsAbout #SilentPlanets With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#Poemsabout #SilentPlanets @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #Prompters #SilentPlanets Drifters We grift like silent planets in our shared bedroom orbiting our space— where touch once lived holiness gravity grows hollow. #poetry #5AMWritersClub #art #tanka #skypoets #arw-raw

Anyone need a poem about Volvox? 🟢 Written by the girl who used to turn off Newsround when Reg Turnball came on - I preferred my microscope! 😊Thanks as always @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the #PoemsAbout #SilentPlanets #poetry

a distant engine breaks the dawn's solemnity with new potential #vss365

My contribution for #PoemsAbout #Candlelight With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

My today’s contribution for #PoemsAbout #Candlelight @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #Oulens #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity #poems #poetry Thanks for reading!

The word DANGER is gouged into the wood in a meticulous hand, a careful warning on an otherwise silent #doorway. “A lie,” you say, tracing the first letter. “Ma says—” “Ma lies. It’s always about control.” You pause, your hand on the doorknob. This is our only chance. The latch clicks open. #vss365

You count sorrows in each house we pass each smile. This journey only exists because of you, lights watching our silence. What did you hope to find? A #chance at redemption, an amendment to past mistakes. This land stretches and blurs, our memories no longer rooted in the tangible #vss365

"All poets are liars. Wrecked against meaning. Starved on the beach of meaning— I want to keep your head in a black bag, I said." Love this poem 'The Anxiety of Meaning' by Bianca Stone in The Glacier 💙 @42milespress.bsky.social theglacierjournal.com/issue-three/... #poetrycommunity

#PoemsAbout #riots for @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #Oulens #poetry #poetrycommunity #BlueskyPoetry #blueskypoets Thank you for reading!

#PoemsAbout #Riots With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

jovial laughter we secretly leave the house without them knowing #vss365

We are secrets of a once great wood. In roots and tangle, thorns and creeper. At summer's end we tell the old stories. Enchantments in blackberries. Unkept vows in burrs. Revenge in nettle stings. Our moths dance as the light did long ago. Listen. Robin sings of all we loved. #whistpr (thicket)

a first draft malformed and unfinished offers potential #vss365

too much dead seaweed the sound of children playing ignoring the reek #vss365

Lightning strike. #tree (photo: mine)

radio voices their joviality mundane tears on my cheek #vss365

for #PoemsAbout #chandoliers I thought this Rilke translation might inspire some. The statue's strange glow gets translated as candelabra or lamp by other translators. I chose chandelier for its sound & rhythm all those years ago. There's also a musical performance: frankhudson.org/2019/01/01/a...

For this week's #PoemsAbout #Chandeliers with thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and everyone participating. Look forward to reading others later.

Happy Friday! Here's a poem for #poemsabout #chandeliers for @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk. Lovely to be back at this. I'll pop in to look at people's poems through the day!

#PoemsAbout #Chandelier With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

vigil for crickets, only our data centres sing #vss365 #vigil #haikuchallenge #haiku

#vss365 #Haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt cold rain— my warm skin a drum

sudden raindrops pummel the dust the field sighs #vss365

#dailyhaikuprompt a lone chestnut tree leaves turning brown in the sun yearns for the cold rain

#PoemsAbout #CeaseFire With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

a butterfly's wings frantic against the window the telephone rings #vss365

a cone of ice cream mystical in the heat sticky fingers #vss365

From WOUND:

#SenseWrds 104 —A camera smile, doesn't touch the eyes— you say, pointing your Kodak, close-angled portrait. I remain straight lipped, imagine my eyes sparkling, listen to the shutter reveal snowballing secrets I can't yet speak.

late summer rainbow sheltering under a beech a sudden breeze #vss365

they laugh the full moon touches the horizon #vss365

Those fields, so often forgotten, now yellowed and dog-eared after the passing harvester. We once ambled among the fresh green growth, my face shaved smooth and still red, and between our words the fields would #laugh and encourage us on, and further on to where summer yields. #vss365

first light the disconcerting absence of birdsong #haiku

the swifts gone missing long before her stay will end summer packs her case #DailyHaikuPrompt (pack)

#writing #haiku #vss365 #micropoetry #俳句 #nexa Blank face hides the storm Beneath the flickering streetlamp's buzz Touches cooling flesh