Guess who was on the wrong account when he posted his vss365 poem a few days back and just realized it now. 😱 Ah well...that was embarrassing, but bound to happen eventually.

I watch the clock tick by, Hour by hour, And count the ways, We've said goodbye A thousand days or more, Like the clicking of a clock, In time. I wait for your return, That happy hello, When we can do it all again, Spooked by the thought That this time was the last. #vss365 #spooked

We talked in secret, A ritual all our own. Little notes on strips of paper Shared in passing, The light touch Of her cool hand on mine. Snippets of dreams Hints of desire Inscribed in text, Reminders that we cared. Shared moments, Just for us While the world remained Clueless. #vss365 #clueless

The first story is always an epic. I remember mine, a masterpiece in blue crayon and construction paper. On the bus home, I clutched it in my hands like a sacred scroll. How many of my worlds were born in the balderdash of that childhood script? #vss365 #balderdash

We built a world around our words, An edifice of text, A construct of whimsy and desire, We loved there, Lost there, Lived there, In the abstraction Between Signified and signifier All lost in a collapse of context. #vss365 #abstraction

"I am not a dancer," you said as you watched them move all elegance and grace. "My feet get in the way. I trip." "Then let me catch you," I said and took your hand. "After all, there is delight in falling, too." You smiled pretending I was clever. #vss365 #delight

We think of a dream As an inconstant thing. A phantom in the dark That comes unbidden, Taunting and teasing With images from paths not taken, But it is we who are mistaken. A dream is not an echo in the night. A dream is what we build When we awake. #vss365 #dream

On the road North Dakota to Montana Heading west Past the Painted Canyon There were water slides In Big Timber, Right across from the KOA. They're gone now, And I'll not travel that way again. One lesson of a life spent wandering: Distance is always measured in time. #vss365 #travel

Don't wake me I'm dreaming, Sleeping in the mud Beneath the current. I dream of you Drifting by, swept away, To places unknown Of blue waters And shimmering light, And in my dream I am more than a sole. We dance in that light, Silver scales flashing, Blind to those, Who lie beneath. #vss365 #sole

There is a peace in silence. The solace of a solitude Unmarred by the reminder Of other voices. I hear you. I press on the boundary A dark elastic It moves and tightens I can almost touch you Before I am pulled back Into this nothing I do not understand Praying only for silence. #vss365 #elastic

The peach was soft, overripe, and I watched as you pulled it apart. It split easily. The pulp from its broken flesh dripped from your fingers. Those hard hands that tore away everything leaving only the red stone beneath. That stone, a seed, my heart, too hard for you to break. #vss365 #pulp

The road is long, The journey hard, Not alone, but Blinded in the dark, So take my hand. Let me become Your oasis, You, my guide. We'll walk together Through this night In search of elsewhere On the edge Of early dawn. #vss365 #oasis

I lose track In the swirl of the day, The madness of the mundane. I hold my ground Against the onslaught Of what I'm told is important, But its not. It is only when I stop, Focus my gaze on you, Let the rest fade to blur, A soft bokeh Where only you remain, And I know my place again. #vss365 #blur

This has been a month. Let's just say I'm rather glad to see it go.

Silence hangs in the balance, Strung up on twisted strings Threads of chaos and apathy, Is there a question here? Dare I still answer? Speak to that empty space, The hole I used to pretend Was god, Just a mirror in my image Now empty Revealing the conundrum of self. #vss365 #conundrum

She opened her candy with careful precision never ripping nor tearing. Every fold and crease remembered. Once the sweet was free, she'd take her time folding the paper to look like candy was still inside. "There's a sad beauty," she'd say, "in a pretty wrapper with nothing inside." #vss365 #wrapper

Power was never a possession. You cannot hold power. You do not have power. Rather power moves. It flows and gathers. At times, infusing us; at others, leaving us bereft. The weak and petty claim it, holding nothing. The strong may never know its taste. Yet, balance always returns. #vss365 #power

Good Lord, what madness rules in brain-sick men

He puffs his chest Kisses her hand. She smiles Doesn't roll her eyes Used to small men Pretending to be big. He invites her upstairs, Demands his "due" She returns it, in kind Leaves him bleeding out On the bedroom floor, No chance encounters here Just the rhythm, Cause and effect. #vss365 #chance

I drop my articles Out of habit. Compress the verse To keep the pace. Try to stay on track. A sort of stutter Like the one I used to have Like I'm my childhood self Sitting in an office Playing Go Fish With the therapist, Because when I was distracted, It wasn't there at all. #vss365 #article

I pull my punches, Even in the text, Never quick to strike As I bide my time It's simple really. The words are a game. Wittgenstein's vengeance, But what do I win? Another dollar? Another lost day? Another moment? We're never conscious Of destinations Just the paths we take. #vss365 #conscious

Our existence: arbitrary. You and I: the result of a strange accumulation of chance. We are a roll of the dice burst forth into a universe hurtling into oblivion. No rhyme nor reason, just being. This, our moment of possibility. Its only meaning, ours to create. #vss365 #arbitrary

Voices in ether Drift and flow. The soft sounds of people I'd like to remember. Memories That elude me. I used to think I was good at this, But the words slip And fade away. Lost in a place I'll never know. #vss365 #elude

I hear every whisper, Every growl and whimper, Every time you cried, And said goodbye Your voice echoes In the silence, Of this empty room, Lost in the past, But I still hear. #vss365 #past

We are born of stardust Swirl along cosmic paths Etched into the fabric Of a universe in endless motion. We gather ourselves together Coalesce from atoms Born at the start of time A sentient amalgam Of impossibility. This a kind of magic We are far too quick to dismiss. #vss365 #sentient

There is a difference Between the audacious and the loud, Between bravery and bravado. They scream for our attention Are rarely worth the time Just the bleating of an ego No replacement for a soul, Empty noise, meaningless, With nothing left to hear. #vss365 #audacious

On the last night I told you I was leaving. Asked you to come, Take risk and fly, But you refused Stepped back inside Your tiny world Safe in the static. Do you still look for me? Keep vigil in the dark Knowing I am there Just beyond reach Past the walls You dare not cross. #vss365 #vigil

The words feel different. And you do not understand Why I cannot speak them. I am too used to silence. In this life of shadows. I hold my tongue, Lest I bite and bleed. I miss all that was, Still hope for what will be, A fool's wish, but mine. #poetry

He had "high standards" Didn't care to settle For the inconsistency Of autonomy Built automatons, instead. Cobbled fictions Of stolen words And tinker-toy bionics, An endless array of vacant eyes, And vapid smiles. Monkeys in a room Making meaning, meaningless Like their maker. #vss365 #bionic

Leaving was easier than I expected, But then there was so little left. It was never enough. Blind in your consumption, Lost in abject emptiness I offered up myself, Tried to fill that space, But every piece you took Only left you hungrier than before. I wonder who feeds you now. #vss365 #abject

He had a thing for the wild ones, those who strayed from the path. He envied them, but he toed the line too afraid to be. Now he feeds on manic pixie dreams ground down, filtered and processed, served by a monstrous machine. He swallows to hide the empty ache inside becoming Legion. #vss365 #pixie

It came out in February, but I'm finally reading Lauren K. Watel's Book of Potions. It's probably not a surprise that her style resonates with me, but the sheer power of each her poems/potions is breathtaking. If you like prose poetry, it is so worth a read. www.sarabandebooks.org/all-titles/p...

It should not be a surprise, but I always find it funny how my responses to these prompts so often reflect aspects of my current mood. In other words, it has been a week!

Her wings were leather and bone, Arched high along her back, And when she smiled It was a grin of sharpened teeth. No angel, she was something more Born of primal fears and desires. I watched, rapt, as she raised a hand Curled those wicked claws, And the world beneath us Shuddered. #vss365 #wings

I was never one for hugs, Always leaving space. We'd talk for hours Spin tales and tease But always at a distance. Until you stood, Frustrated but more amused Took hold of my arm Pulled it around you In a half hug, and smiled. I knew in that moment Singular and #mystical, That I was yours. #vss365

Ame the Witch, her Fox familiar, and the Ink Demons Enzo and Cyril in pursuit of The Wizard Sky. @worldsbeyondnumber.bsky.social #WorldsBeyondNumber

and grump was the wall that kept out the hurt the curiosity but not the care for the pains that engird the deep-clawed scratches that insistently maul and paid no heed to the bounds built to keep away the hounds #vss365 #grumpy

I wear this grumpy old man as a shield, A hardened shell, custom built Over years of heavy use, Designed to protect The hidden and wide-eyed child Who lurks beneath. #vss365 #grumpy

Every rainbow, Requires a storm. The maelstrom surrounds us But it is only one small part Of a greater journey. Though we stumble and stagger We carry on Knowing that, some day, We will dance Along paths of shifting colors To the edge of Arcadia And the glowing lands beyond. #vss365 #rainbow

I'm awake In the gray morning, Dreading the rise Of a too-hot summer sun, Watching the spider Outside my window Navigate its web Still dripping with dew. It is careful, Takes its time Finds a way. I watch it disappear Into the flowers of a lilac, Safe and secure. May we be as lucky. #vss365 #spider

I knew her the way that children do, A playground friend, a schoolyard crush, Images in cardboard and construction paper. She'd bring brownies as a treat, Fudge and cherries Offered with a shy smile, Wanting to be seen. I did see you, but I didn't know to tell you. I am so sorry. #vss365 #brownie

I took my scarlet letter, Abandoned the flock, The poisoned pure Who speak with honeyed lips And forked tongues. Who list the rules, One by one, Building chains On shame and guilt All for the greater good, Or so they they say. If this be the "greater good," Let me stand with devils. #vss365 #rules

We were never sure What we were I'm not sure we cared. It was nearly midnight, At a table with friends I no longer know, Listening to a band I don't recall. Your hand slipped Into mine Beneath the table Fingers entangled The music merging With a heady hum That only we could hear. #vss365 #hum

We used to play pretend, Becoming wild creatures Lost among the elms, Protecting the magic Of secret worlds. Now we play pretend Ranking our value by number Hiding a part of us That screams for the worlds We left behind. Worlds, still there, Alive with magic Waiting for our return. #vss365 #elm

"So you're a thief," she said as he entered the room. Her gaze never faltered. "A thief?" He tossed the bag at her feet. "I took what wasn't theirs. Every sapphire in that bag is a tear, every ruby a drop of blood. Prices paid but never satisfied. Now, satisfied in full" #vss365 #sapphire

Fan of pagan lit, #pagan verse, the verse of the Eddas? Behold! An interview with my friend the esteemed poet Adam Bolivar, author of award-winning rhyming weird-tales-esque verse...AND a rediscoverer of the wonders of Alliterative verse. The sagas, and his own new sagas alliterative verse.

The sparrows dance Floating in a still blue sky, Storms on the horizon. #vss365 #sparrow #haiku

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Sometimes silence Is a kindness. Truths unspoken When revelation Brings more harm, So I carry them alone. My precious little scars. The tears dried long ago, But I still feel their sting. #vss365 #tear

I count the promises I could not keep. Keep them as a tally In my head. A reminder Of impetuous failure And my own naivete. Oaths made To strangers I thought I knew But were never there. Fictions offered as vows. Broken when I saw the truth. #vss365 #promise