enjoying the #literature of autumn leaves more ample than Proust #vss365

She came from Nigeria & had #curly hair. One day, she came into the class room, went straight up to me & started touching my hair. I asked her what the matter is & she said: Everybody wants to touch my hair & now I am touching back. #whistpr

I am the only #law west of the Pecos, short of temper & of money but don't call me hanging judge - I never hung nobody, except my coat on the rack #vss365 en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roy_Bean

Love Always Wins #vss365 #writingcommunity #halfbadpoetry #law

Hier ist mein Gedicht "Fährtenleserinnen", enthalten in der Anthologie zum 11. Bubenreuther Literaturwettbewerb, inspiriert durch meine Schülerinnen, denen ich Schreiben (& Lesen) beibringe. Engliish Translation in Alt #writingcommunity #Gedicht #booksky

It’s the typo demon.

#BlueSkyRelay #liminal

To understand the #language of candlelight, you have to lean in real close and listen to the flicker of the flame. Angry words smell like burnt horn. #vss365

North wind tickles nose ere sneeze's emanation the snow queen's fanfare --- #DailyHaikuPrompt #BlueSkyRelay #fairytalrpoets #WritingCommunity #poetry #haiku

#history is a long black train, appearing out of the fog to briefly stop to let people get on & off & then disappear again. Sightings are recorded by trainspotters called historians. We, the passengers, have no choice, but to trust the driver to bring us to our final destination safely #vss365

This morning, I thought #long about my poem. I thought about hair, roads, days, even years & an untranslatable pun by my little niece. But everything I thought about fell short. #whistpr

What if our life is only an #emanation on a screen & all we see or seem is just an algorythm in a simulation? #BlueSkyRelay

mapping out the #geography of your heart #vss365

#rainbows #inkmine

I'm stuck between the pages of my favourite book. I've been reading it too intensily and now can't come back. It feels like I'm slowly turning into the main #character. Call me Athanasius! Maybe you can help and read me out again. #whistpr

#EarwormOfTheDay: I drah zua by Wolfgang Ambros Yesterday, we watched the last episode of Austrian-German Thriller series "Der Pass" & the song plays complete during the very last scene. I's in Viennese German (which I love) www.youtube.com/watch?v=BI-S...

Today the sunlight glowed like autumn leaves, a reflection of #primordial light (note to self: Don't mention William Turner) #BlueSkyRelay

#vss365 1/2 The pencil is #famous to the paper The chalk is famous to the blackboard, just like its dust is to your fingers, which are in return famous to the sentence you are reading at the moment. The vocab is famous to the student, but do we really have to know everything famous?

For todays #whistpr word #mate, here is a repost of an older poem about a soulmate medium.com/@funnyfrogge...

After the shouting stops, we can hear again the wind rustling in the trees and the birds singing. Maybe we can hear also hear again, what we are saying and not just how it is said. #BlueSkyRelay #aftertheshoutingstops

I'm delighted to find myself again in the pages of @dadakuku.bsky.social - this time with a variation of the first sentence of James Joyce's Finnegans Wake. I actually dreamt the first drafft of this poem... Thank you for having me again! #writingcommunity #dada

The head of security at the Louvre

I didn't have a good #education, it seems, because they never taught me why atomic weapons are bad in some hands and good in others. But they always told me not to compare apples and pears. But they are both fruit, aren't they? #vss365

#rainbows #inkmine

I usually write a new poem inspired by @thetoypress.bsky.social #wordoftheweek but this week I'd like to share an oldie of mine called 'Sparks' #poems4kids #inventions #poetrycommunity #poetry #sparks #teaching

#thegroundexhaled & a fountain of water shot to the sky - a natural phenomenon I hope to see for real next year, when we finally visit Iceland #BlueSkyRelay

#indieauthors #Creatives #AIPChat #UnderrepresentedWriters #writerslife

I hurry #throughthehollowhour, getting up, fixing my lunch for the day, checking for messages, occasionally even checking for prompts & writing the first poem of the day, then finally going to the station, ready to commute to work. I'd never have guessed that hollow could be so full #BluesSkyRelay

scribbling paper all over the apartment #domestic autumn #vss365

I begin my day with the #ancient morning rites: the ritual washing, dressing in the precribed robes, preparing the food offering & reciting the traditional chant: I am ready for work! (If you repeat it often enough, maybe it becomes true) #whistpr

Post a book you love from the 80s. No explanations, no reviews, just covers. #BookSky #bookchallenge #readingchallenge #readingcommunity #booktok #bookish #books

I hurry #throughthehollowhour, getting up, fixing my lunch for the day, checking for messages, occasionally even checking for prompts & writing the first poem of the day, then finally going to the station, ready to commute to work. I'd never have guessed that hollow could be so full #BluesSkyRelay

#EarwormOFTheDay: Threnody by Two Gallants I actually learned the word "Threnody" from this song. Yesterday, I used it in my #BlueSkyRelay contribution - so this one is self-inflicted... www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AFY...

A movie you have seen more than 7 times with a GIF

One day, when Confucius was out walking, he met a quilin, a mythical #creature that only appears, when a great sage is born or dies. He knew then that his time had come and tears filled his eyes. The quilin rubbed his head against his leg to console him. Then, Confucius sang his farewell song.

A foggy morning after a restless night. The crows outside my window #chatter about my undreamed dreams. #whistpr

Last Night I saw a shooting star and I didn't make a wish, 'cause I thought it might be you and the star was still too fresh... (a snippet from my old song lyrics "Love or Die") #FromOneLine

One last hug (but no kiss), one last look into your eyes - that's why green is #thecolourofgoodbye #BlueSkyRelay

#Theyfeedthedark, drink the light, they drain your energy sing threnodies all night. They hate the sunshine & friendly smiles. Cave monstrum! & don't let them into your heart. #BlueSkyRelay

A friendly voice answered the telephone. "Shadows, Inc. Shady #business since 1953. This is Steve. "What can we do for you and make it look like an accident?" #vss365

Stop scrolling and post two characters who bring you happiness

Self-Portrait as a Vampire Getting ready for the #Halloween party, I install my fangs, check my make up and straighten my cape. My wife looks at me pensively and says: “You really want to be a vampire, don’t you?” #vss365

This poem is written by Neda (11). She takes part in a sporadically occurring online class in Afghanistan, where she learns English as a second language. I am not offering any opinion or commentary, just the poem #poetry #poemoftheday #Afghanistan

If you see this, wink!

Fortunately, it is still avaiable on YT. Especially today, a very relevant song (again). #antiwar #pacifism

It's the autumn holidays! Which means, we will be abroad & I will be online irregularly. We'll be re-visiting some favourite cities, like Gothenburg, Oslo & Bremen. See you soon!

#EarwormOfTheDay: Dust in the Wind by Kansas In last night's dream, I sang this song in two-part-harmony, together with my senior classes German teacher www.youtube.com/watch?v=tH2w...

The Seretary of Defense was sitting at his desk, when a little bird landed in front of him, in his #beak a note, reading: Dear Sir, I will participate in your war. This is my final word in the matter. Sincerely yours, A Human Being #whistpr

Out of your comfort zone & into the bus. Enjoy the adventure of the rush hour & in the #curves, hold on to your seats, because the driver thinks, he is in Monza. (from "The Omnibus Cantos", an abandoned cycle of poems) #whistpr

This #unearthly silence - which never is silence at all - it always consists of the humming of your nervous system & the rushing of your blood. & often of the wind tickling the trees, of whatever your neighbours are doing, not to forget the seagulls & the squeaking of the world turning on its axis.