Relentless caprice, World held hostage to the whims Of a man-baby. #vss365 #caprice #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

Good morning writers, hoping this will be a day of expression for you. Look for those words that might come out of nowhere... 25 September 2025 #vss365 #prompt word, is #caprice

(I fell out of the habit of posting here, but here’s another one) capricious fall the splendor of a life in the landscape #vss365 #caprice

Relying on the caprice of imagination she foregoes daily responsibilities, basks in autumn, and bakes an apple pie. #vss365 #caprice

Eventually The word I repeat over and over attemting to soothe myself after tearing my ACL and deferring the NYC Marathon for one year. #vss365 #eventually

The unconscious rides the train. #7syllablesentence #train

Scientists gathered on a distant planet for an after action review. “We must learn from this. #Bellwether?” “The first term. It’s when he learned what boundaries were.” “Disagree. The second, when he broke them all and left the earth in tatters.” #vss365

#vss365 Favorite #bellewether Of Very Short Stories

Morning Sky Can Reinvigorate #vss365 #reinvigorate

war rubble erased from a people’s tongue the word perhaps #vss365 #SenryuSunday

Possibilities Abound With Liminal Space Of . . . Perhaps #vss365 #perhaps

Cat as trophe A few breaks but it's still a freakin' catastrophe. #vss365 #catastrophe

early autumn the pink ladies wearing a rosy glow #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku

He burst forth from the extrusion of FCC silencing, his voice bold and unapologetic. #vss365 #extrusion

Free speech should never be out of stock. #vss365 #stock

A synthesis of anxiety and hope propel me up the mountain. Descending, dread dissipates. #vss365 #synthesis

she savors the dimensionless space of poetry whilst streets & daily rules #conspire to draw her back she has learned to walk the marsh of events just for others' sake dwelling until stiffest patterns crack for to be a poet is to abide freer than any measure can contain #vss365 #poetry 🖼️ Razelle T

Good morning writers, poets and vagabonds of words ~Silence #conspires with the soul until imagery becomes complete~ 16 September 2025 #vss365 prompt is #conspire

The moon and the clouds conspire as trees bear witness to their shenanigans. Beauty abounds. #vss365 #conspire

Credible and obvious free #rein renders words from an heirloom sky Estranged from actual mythos afoot the pen and paper in the zenith they finally fly Growth and breadth of context Simple thoughts I amplify #vss365 #rein #poetry

You trusted me. The #vss365 prompt for 15 September is: Rein. “You gave too much #rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.” (Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles) #prompt #rein

Long gone are the days when you yelled, rein it in. Not only do I refuse to rein it in but my career is helping others disentangle themselves from too tight reins. #vss365 #rein

The mountain has an inimitable style. I adore her. #vss365 #style

"She's not working up to her potential." This comment was written on all of my elementary school report cards. I still believe it's a hollow phrase that needs to be retired. As teachers we need to understand why students struggle. #vss365 #potential

Grouse Grind Vancouver Euphoric Exhausted #vss365 #exhausted

Barely Barely is it #bearable The ache The ache of silent words Time Time circles around it Never Never able to shut out Its cacophony of noise #vss365

#youthful fire dwindles autumn lends a #bearable stillness to the mind #emoetry #vss365 #haiku #senryu #poetry #blueskypoets #photography #naturelovers

A bearable weight, Fret not, my friend, these shoulders Carry multitudes. #vss365 #bearable #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

The #vss365 prompt for 10 September is: Bearable. “Sorrow was like sleeping on stone, he decided. You had to settle all its bumps and sharp edges, come to terms against them, fit them around until they became #bearable...” (Patricia A. McKillip, Od Magic) #prompt #bearable

Bearable sounds Absence swirls Unbearable silence #vss365 #bearable

Tootsie Rolls Starburst Bazooka Gum Werthers Laffy Taffy She can visualize each colorful wrapper of her favorite childhood sweets. Small joy. #vss365 #wrapper

Mostly I sit back sombre & say I understand Because That’s all I can do I can’t do what I really want to do I don’t have the #power To be the superhero I want to be #vss365

No A consonant rests next to a syllable to create a power laden word. No #vss365 #power

Old door creaks open Whispers drift through the #doorway Temptation beckons #haiku #vss365

like smoke through the doorway to dreaming I drift #vss365 #SmallPoemSunday #doorway #BlueSkyPoets #WritingCommunity

A new path appears. The #vss365 prompt for 7 September is: Doorway. “Flowers you can get every year, but only with time the tree that shades your #doorway and grows into the house with each year's sun and rain.” (Mary Renault, The Last of the Wine) #prompt #doorway

Dr. Milner nods, standing in the doorway between the waiting room and his office. His signal to come in. I walk past him and go straight to the couch. The sacredness of analysis even in the small things. #vss365 #doorway

Slim chance yet to find The genuine article, Bees knees, my pollen. #vss365 #article #chance #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

Flip a coin. On 6 September 2025, the #vss365 prompt is: Chance. “Almost all the people who’ve had the most effect on me I seem to have met by #chance, yet looking back it seems as though I couldn’t but have met them.” (W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge) #prompt #chance

Everyday, a chance to be open to possibilities. I feel that what too, Dr. Milner tells me. We smile with recognition. #vss365 #chance

I'm old enough to remember when a newspaper #article could rightfully be called nonfiction. The 4 Ws were the backbone that held the story upright. Nowadays, opinions and propaganda rule the media. It's all on the reader to discern where truth ends and fantasy begins. Good luck to us. #vss365

A photo of you, the article I most treasured was lost in the flood. Now the Kodachrome image resides inside me. #vss365 #article

torturing myself to write perfectly jealously waits in the wings

My best writing occurs when conscious experience shifts into an unconscious flow. The inner critic dissolves. #vss365 #conscious

Love Arbitrary Free A L L #vss365 #Arbitrary

Intimacy of the past Words with Akashic bindings never meant to last Rows of books on highest shelves Spirits and souls I like to delve With joy that is steadfast #vss365 #past #poetry Art-- Mariia Zakatiura

I love you to the moon and stars and back but the reason eludes me. She was hoping for a few specifics. #vss365 #eludes

Fact is, you can't travel to *the* #past, just *a* past. And the past you wind up in might not intersect with future you came from. #vss365

New York City Bedford Street Storefront Beckons Past Lingers #vss365 #past

#vss365 The Unscarred Page I yearn to be a poet, to cage lightning in feathered ink, braid the ocean into vowels, stitch tarred puddles into starlight, sear the page with kerosene-flare but everything I scratch refuses to sc@b. #yearn