A crab scuttled through the detritus that the ocean spit forth. “Such a waste. “How long’s he been there?” The ME frowned. “At least a day, Chief. I’ll know more later.” She stood and brushed #seafoam from her overalls. “3rd one. Time for the vampires to go back to the blood bank.” #vss355

On my knees— Feet pinned By rust bitten nails Grit in my teeth Filth on my mind As blood spills Down pale skin I'm #unholy The #unblessed Unworthy A maggot writhing In my place Your eye sockets weep Lemon-sour reek God will look through you & finally find me #vsshorror #horrorprompt

From the #vss365 jukebox, this is All Apologies by a band called Nirvana: I wish I was like you Easily amused Find my nest to salt Everything's my fault I'll take all the blame Aqua #seafoam shame Sunburn, freezer burn Choking on the ashes of her enemy youtu.be/SnoQCSIb9gg?... #MusicSky

A poem from Diane Seuss's most recent collection, Modern Poetry. Against narrativizing. Comma What possible song would you play when you toss my ashes, someone once asked me. There is no song, he said. Don't narrativize, Diane: Don't narrativize Diane. See what a comma can do?

An old strat, seafoam green, sits unused in the dusty corner of an old attic. Occasionally, rats run across its unused strings, strumming their discordant contribution to world’s symphony. #vss365

"You were always one with the #seafoam." "I am a siren." "Of course you are." "You know what it entails." "Yes. This is a farewell, isn't it?" "It is. The sea beckons." "It does, does it? Will... Will you remember me?" "Long after you have passed." #VSS365

#vss365 #seafoam gathering, glowing, and collapsing on the shore, mirrors the rise and ruin of galaxies and stars across the cosmos

This Ars Poetica addresses a great poetic conundrum – when is a poem finished? Paul Valéry suggests ‘Poems aren’t finished, they are abandoned’. The full quote (in the comments) is much more interesting Sometimes editing can be unnecessarily reductive #Poetry #Poemoftheday #Nationalpoetrymonth

#poetry What does it feel like To own a golden throne With subjects all dancing Atop workers' loans? What do you do When pain is so great That the only response Is to fill a void with hate? Do you goosestep, prancing To whitewash ancient bones Or maybe make a ballroom Just as vacant as your soul?

Wasted too long trying to translate Rilke’s much-translated “Archaic Torso of Apollo” despite not knowing German (now there’s a problem, Salter). I don’t know why I did it, but I wasn’t wild about the translations I was finding. So—ehh. (If any German readers see this—forgive me.)

There at the lip of water, wind and cloud, where seafoam clung like blessing to the shore, my heart, so long a locked and inland thing, grew wider than its sorrow, and no more asked why the world must vanish to be known, or why love wounds before it makes us whole ... #vss365

children's legacy … your children's behavior their mindset and comportment mirrors who you are … #poem #poetry #Weekend #inkMine #comport #haiku @inkmine.bsky.socia

#Seafoam green body Narrow neck with lipstick pups Serf music enslaved #vss365

A disarming smile and a velvety, "Hello," is how I got tangled up in her allure. She is intricately complicated. A Keltic knotted Mobius strip. Her hair is the color of tiger lilies, eyes are a #seafoam green. She's a rocky shore, a Siren's call, a Florence Nightingale. All. #vss365

unsure and afraid sometimes it makes me quite dumb losing me so much #poetry #writing #haiku

#vss365 Unaware of Helios’ desire a maiden slept alabaster skin burned by Hades’ ire Anemoi’s gossip winds whip up jealousy Klytie, Helios’ lover casts a girl to sea Poseidon swallows her His hunger to be sated salt #seafoam roils wave after wave she washes ashore wanted no more as the gods fated

Dreams, sculpted in #seafoam, see how they fall? Not gone, only roaming portless blue silence tiny explorers, in search of that new world. #vss365 #poem #poetry #blueskypoets 📷 Pixabay

From her viewpoint sitting outside #Seafoam, her favourite cafe, Amy saw him enter the water. Bo’s strong back and long legs were pleasing to her old arthritic eyes. As she was want to say, I’m old not blind. But the weather changed in an instant and he was never seen again #vss365

#Dream so long it feels like truth. #7syllablesentence #blueskypoets #sea #sunset #photography

For this week's #PoemsAbout #Gravity, I'm thinking about the weight of things. Thank you to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers. #poetry #poem #writing #PoetryCommunity #BlueSkyPoets Original version of this piece: bsky.app/profile/stac...

invaded coastline #seafoam and driftwood in sync April high tide #vss365 #haiku #InternationalHaikuDay #poetry #blueskypoets #nature 📸 Wayne King

’m convinced my little island is the last spit of dry land on the planet. Each morning, I stand on the dwindling shore, stare out at the ocean, and imagine I hear the voices of my wife and children. Sometimes I see faces, too—the #seafoam specters of a drowned world. #vss365 #microfiction

enticed by the kiss sealed with his sweet sea foam froth my ocean now twists waxing and waning waves sought undulating love’s innocence ©️Aspen #BraveWrite #vss365 #haiku #seafoam #tanka #Poetry #PoetryCommunity 🌊✨🩵✨🌊 Thank you for being here~ L, A🕊️ (sick~be back soon) 👇 youtu.be/ko70cExuzZM?si…

"I said to this guy, I said, 'You need some #seafoam for your engine'. Ya know, to clean it out. He comes back a week later says his car ain't working so good. Dumbass had put seawater in the gas tank. I tell ya, stupid people keep me in business." #vss365

#seafoam litters beach the fragments of life scattered visible refuse #vss365 #haiku

“Are you okay?” she asked. “Dizzy,” he said. “It will pass.” “How’d you survive that curse-breaking kiss? The witch turned me into a very poisonous tree frog.” “I built-up my tolerance. Dabs of poison off and on. Three hospitalizations.” “That’s commitment.” “Also chapstick.” #vss #sff

'Gosh, look at that #seafoam, Gabe.' 'Too rough for this ridiculous floating tea party, Pixie.' 'What? Course not! The selkies will create a calm patch. I just need a lift.' 'My feathers will get wet!' 'There'll be brownies.' '...well, if the selkies are counting on us.' #vss365

The waves crash #seafoam hisses as it hits the shore it encroaches with the tide spreads farther until it retreats back to do it all again #vss365 #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

let's meet in the surf amidst the #seafoam up to our shins walking under moonlight not a soul for miles and all the time to do as we wish #vss365 #poetry

"I need to start putting money in a jar whenever something that shouldn't speak, talks to us," I said with a sigh. "So da #Seafoam sed 'ello, big whup, ya actin like it happens every day!" Riz argued back. "You're a talking rat." "...Nd u want me ta bite ya!" #vss365 #riztherogue

phytoplankton zooplankton proteins, lipids, salt phenolics, sugars detritus and decay all that dies in the vast ocean of life washes up lathers up comes clean shines up in soapy #seafoam fashion to start again in another incarnation #vss365

The Tooth Fairy took a day off and went to the beach to enjoy the ocean. Frolicking in the waves she was happy. But when she got out, the seafoam had swallowed her fairy dust. Now, when children put teeth under their pillows, the coins smell like the sea. #vss365 #seafoam

Waves lapping gently Moonlight shimmers off #seafoam Calm after the storm #vss365 #haiku #poetry

I run out to the ocean, intrigued by it's red color and fragrant #seafoam. He chases after me, lifts me off my feet, and walks us into the ocean. The lukewarm water feels silky on my skin. Splashing around is fun, but Montor finally says, “Mina, I cannot wait any longer.” #vss365

A piece of #seafoam Sits on a stone tome Carved into a cliff Beware the siren Call of your echo, It warns all sailors #vss365

He ordered the #seafoam dish to impress her. Only 12 hours to go until her legs would turn back into a tail. “Locally sourced.” The mermaid watched, spellbound, as the bubbles faded. “That’s how it looks,” she said softly, “when they finally go under… Fancy a swim after this?” #vss365

#vss365 Pretty sure someone rammed a #hammer through my skull and beat up my brain until it looked like #seafoam because words escape me... that undefined malaise settling in my bones.

In a tiny room Of #seafoam green I came of age Mostly unseen Just 9 x 10 That little space Where I could pause Try to erase Each little slight Each perceived flaw Reflect on who I was at all I learned my mind Lived out my teens In a tiny room Of seafoam green #vss365

echo from the forge hammer striking silver steel telperion dew quench #hammer #vss365 #senryu #haiku

A cold morning, holding hands, we skirt the sea foam, natural gunk mixed with the flotsam of modern life, sloshing across our path as we walk along the estuary's edge. #vss365 #seafoam

Twenty years cramped in the stressed environment of the starship Now here, on this paradise planet, on a beach, relaxing, ready to leap into the sea with homemade surfboards We didn't know yet about the aggressive bacteria, hunting swarms generating the seafoam #SciFiFri Leap #vss365 Seafoam

“When I was small, not much bigger than a pollywog,” said Frog, “my father said to me, “Son, this is a cold, gray day but spring is just around the corner.”

inspired by some recent travel, here’s one for #PoemsAbout #Gravity many thanks as ever to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

I want to be wild as the rolling ocean but I am listless as seafoam, tired from crashing over & over am I justified then in hugging the shore? seeking safety & comfort over adventure reading the signs of my restless soul, the answer seems no yet she's moored on the beach unless I set her free.

If you sat and watched for long enough, really paid attention and took notice, you could see the repeated patterns in things within the game. The roiling plume of ash from a volcano, the passing of clouds above, the #seafoam upon waves. Rory noticed them, because of course he would. #vss365

#NationalPoetryMonth #Poetry “A Prayer” Mark J. Mitchell @mjmitchellwriter.bsky.social I love the rich, evocative metaphors in this contemporary love poem.

#vss365 generations of #seafoam arrive and disappear on Time’s shores like us

Destiny arrives Like the tide to the shore, gifts Can be given back. #SenseWrds #Prompt210 #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @sensewords.bsky.social

The surface of the gas giant was a tumult of twisting, chaotic gasses and winds, with tiny, relatively, shifts in the atmosphere, like #seafoam upon waves, but far deadlier. Dylan continued the survey, but found no interest in it. Unless The Enemy had found a way to hide in the atmosphere? #vss365