streetlit 🩸 🍁 🍂 November leaning

Walking home, I can hear a siren in the distance. Is this a poem?

a slow service night creeps along in its petty paces a walk home in wintry air my back pocket...

sky out the back window

work beckons a salt lick cyclical...

the easy stillness of Winter in little whispers swept along river valleys, old songs we might sing if we were trees or birds or some other tines to heaven...

it was the pantry we loved finding ourselves in best the stores and shelves, the entryway early wide windows the moving further into how we root the dark to elongate time canned or otherwise we knew we could find our best selves in this dust settled why we hearth gather long nights season aglow

i adore the early day's rapture captured by the birds singing this hint and lace of what is to be of wishes, poems and little bites, often...

in a dream i played patty cake caw click you were down with it too, full throttle we didn't mind the mottled brown sky a volcanic eruption half the world around turned skies burnt marmalade so we kissed like tourists at the apocalypse our painted signs saying the rapture missed us #emoetry

Holy Confusion is inspired by the following challenge words: #paranoid #Emoetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social #literature @youngliz.bsky.social #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social #numinous @telaranrhiod.bsky.social #BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social

#Emoetry prompt for 11/11 is #Rapture #WritingCommunity #poetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social

The day drags, one long #chore, I want to blossom like #lavender— radiant, rich with colour yet I'm more akin to a tired old #toadstool lurking in the mire though the future gleams brighter— thoughts of basking in sunlight's #rapture, growing #ascendent toward horizon's hopeful wonder.

In 1939, Zhe’ra was in Berlin, and mighty sick of how the world was turning… #wordprompt #writingcommunity #VSS365 #Whistpr #VSSMagic #Emoetry #WIPSnips #BlueSkyRelay #WeirdMicro Prompts and full text in alt!

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smells like snow hoe hoe hoe coffee brewing might as well walked an errand of gathers in a cold steady rain carried a pizza in a box like a service tray last three blocks some bananas, some arugula, one plum tomato 2coca cola refresco made with cane sugar in glass bottles a list poem is born

the rain has turned to snow Autumn gives up the throne

#vss365 organic process editing literature; decomposition #literature #WritingCommunity

Today's #poetryprompt: Write an Aubade! "The aubade is a dawn song that greets the morning while lamenting the end of the night, often concerning the parting of lovers." Links below #MPPrompt I repost replies! Follow for daily prompts!

As I welcome in the dawn my heart is torn between daylight's sweet embrace and the release of visions of you, conjured in my dreams I watch them dance away on the early morning breeze yet looking toward the horizon, hope of seeing you again rises like the sun. #MPPrompt

tidying the kitchen dancing the calliope and peanut machine side of life

these scars are patina i say stickers poem says my soul is a slag tapestry i say i tell tales nary at word poem says to any who listen yes poem some years plain clothes policemen follow me you're paranoid poem says yes, tourniquet-ed-ly so i say a poppet fop fizzy dizzy from spinning #emoetry

are we living in a time where more often than not "No fucking way" exclamations of disbelief are becoming unanswerable cries for understanding I guess this is where faith in one's self salves the hive mind is corrupt a senseless mob so need we let go better ourselves hope we carry in our DNA

you wore the flowers of the baobab had lions eating from your palms swept dress call June slid sunshine an arc of aching pirouette when certainty smiles please bring me rain water wane Moon pan silt in a silver cup bounce beat the catacombs because we both know bones are the best souvenirs

declarative and trembling is inspired by the following prompt words: #outraged #Emoetry @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social @mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬ #law @youngliz.bsky.social #vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social #catharsis @telaranrhiod.bsky.social #BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social

#Emoetry prompt for 11/10 is #Paranoid #WritingCommunity #Poetr @fafo-poets-society.bsky.social

Whispers in corners Talking about you no doubt With their bumble words. #emoetry [paranoia] #haiku

Dread in my stomach, a #paranoid feeling both unsettling & #numinous as if I am caught in a dark #magical #tangle malevolent forces of the universe conspiring against me #curly tendrils of wickedness casting a glum cloud over my day and I cannot break away. #emoetry #wildwalkprompt

Paranoid I’m sure that person hates me, I feel it in my bones, I swear they are out to get me and pummel me with stones; I’m positive AI will replace me, I’m just a stupid hack I’m sure there is no future and there’s no turning back #emoetry #poetry

a simple wish for #paranoid dreams then life wouldn't be real writing has marred the wall in florid, weeping ink tragic #literature for the illiterate memories & reveries lie inertly #curly like dead leaves too brittle for a scrapbook #vss365 #whistpr #emoetry

spin the words practice the art more black coffee some ground flower a pause at a cold and rainy Monday mundane is mendacity, an ignoring of soul embrace how we are we now onto some prompts and tufted bits of silly twisted into a surreal neo parable of folly as a teacher addressing the grey

what the journey is a question or stated observation that may only be able to be understood from a state of rest or nearness of not being on the journey a question that itself moves like a journey does a lace of heartbeats and breaths of lungs and heart and these quests we wrest ourselves with

keep the hearth lit and kettle on long nights season upon us...

practice act is what is colloquial remedial turn slow magnet hands on dial analog radio low wave bounce beat future now is music saying nothing, needing not to to find mined marrow for amplification pathway aura transmitter receiver how many stars are we shining back at the Sun how many how many

we'll often find our best self, lost inside a moment these raptures and captures of attention and awareness the mind and the entirety of possibility we can tap into a collective consciousness, a state of instantaneous reach what can be thought, is and was and will be a prophecy not a profit see

better learn to surf awfully rainy, the future is

sometimes the enormity of shared sadness is not avoidable so we pray, coffee and tea and kind thoughts, self to emanation the world burns with exhaustion daring any to say enough empathy is not an art it is not a badge of courage or honor empathy is subtle it is being aware here of breathing

so many places dreams go to die tourniquet to endlessly turning to narrowed perspectives so many places dreams go to die it is said humanity only seeks answers outside itself as if needing manna from the heavens to feed the empty spirit vessels and broken hearts so many places dreams go to die

Your grey green eyes #Linger on my orange browns Warmth fills my cheeks blush #red #vssromance #inkMine #micropoetry

I a puppeteer Master of my destiny Until she came by An enchantress bewitching Full of alchemy & mischief Turning my stone heart Into a weeping well of sorrow Crushing my tomorrows With her smile of disdain My madness whirls & swells Such is this loves #law #vss365

outside my window a cold rain wants coffee too

Thank you @blindedbeatpoet.bsky.social for suggesting Adrienne Rich, who I have just recently discovered is a marvelous poet. Ruminating on her poem "In the North," which reminds me of Elrond in LOTR. For the elves that sail to Valinor, the undying lands.

if sometimes lies between courage and the poem... until again...

Goes good with soup---> archive.org/details/bloo...

work beckons brave and foolhardy Sunday rain

freedom of the individual superseding continuity of species is illogical yet there're laws of physics where lawlessness begins socially it is inside hearts and minds of how we come to find ourselves born and dying alone in the breath of a language less poem wearing humanity as a gift #vss365