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#vss365 New Year's Eve Wrinkled night tightens. Delight pinches parched throats. Rivers fold inward as the year sheds its old coats. #delight #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

Delight slips through unannounced with morning hues of blue. Welcoming its presence for a new year. #vss365 #delight

@patchiesteve.bsky.social I haven't seen you here and hope all is well. Sending ❤️ your way. Xox

The dream, where our unconscious roams freely, mixing the day's residue with fragments of ideas, desires, and longings, and sometines nightmares, dreams are where we work out problems, some known and some unknown. If if we are lucky, we remember them. #vss365 #dream

years end the streets littered with discarded dreams #vss365 #senryu

Caught in my throat The words still unspoken Do I dare release My one dormant dream? #vss365 #dream

I teach world history yet have not travelled this world have not crossed oceans nor borders recognized or not have not stood where they stood doing a notable thing have not seen their memorials to their own greatness perhaps one day perhaps not #vss365 #travel

Slant of time New York storefront Predicts future travel #vss365 #travel

Winter sunshine fades Early nighttime hovering Sole walker wanders #vss365 #sole

You feel so far away, like you're on Mars. He hears this over and over from so many people. But they don't understand it's the only defense he has left, distance. #vss365 #Mars

garden party the air ripe with the scent of pomposity #vss365 #senryu

It's brief Air breezes Honeysuckle scent Memory lingers #vss365 #air

You listen for what's not being said. And in the silence, struggle resides. Full yet wordless. #vss365 #struggle

Hey Alexa? How long can a poem survive? It appears a poem can survive for as long as it is being read. But, Alexa? What happens to an unread poem? It appears an unread poem is simply an egret, alone and still, seeking nourishment to sustain her. #vss365 #survive

Will we survive? The reassurance arrives in unexpected ways. Like poetry. #vss365 #survive

Damn, rats, shoot. I can still hear my grandma Bessie voice when saying these three words she dropped something. Damn, rats, shoot. Then towards the end of her life she just said, shoot. #vss365 #shoot

It's a leap of faith, A jump into the unknown, If you'll take my hand. #vss365 #jump #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

Winter jumps right out of summer, and a new beach emerges at Narragansett again. A few gulls linger and carol through the flurry. The dogs almost have the place to themselves. The waves don’t know that anything has changed, but everything changes. #vss365 #jump

Every so often, Rory took it upon himself to see if he, or, rather, Esme, could conquer the landscape in the game. Attempting to climb and #jump over rocks to reach some place that had no path to it. Sometimes he succeeded, standing his character where no other, probably, had ever stood. #vss365

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1,2,3, Jump 1,2,3 Jump 1,2,3 Jump 1,2,3 Maybe next time. #vss365 #jump

Do we have to memorize all the planets he whispers. I think so she says. It seems so complicated. It's not she says. Should I start with Saturn? Yes, it has those cool rings. . . . Conversation from science class, 1972 #vss365 #Saturn

After three decades our big fight is reduced to a few words. Or a lift of an eyebrow. It saves time. #vss365 #fight

#vss365 #prompt for December 21, 2025 is #Fight

New York City Central Park Reservoir Will humble you #vss365 #humble

on my bicycle beneath winter buds and pale blue sky

So often it's the small things. The moments that linger. Gratitude, always. #vss365 #gratitude

Regret returns Slight breeze Leaves sorrow #vss365 #regret

I do not #recall You being that tall She says as we step Onto a platform And into a life #vss365

Forgotten Memory Resurfaces Detailed Recall Shifts Perspective Joy #vss365 #recall

I smile politely Hiding fading #memories Losing who I am #haiku #vss365 #poetry

on my bicycle memories streaming across my face #vss365 #memory #OnMyBicycle #poetry

#vss365 #prompt for December 16, is #Memory

Hullo #vss365 and to #memory

charcoal winter sketching memories of paper thin yesterdays #vss365 #memory

MemoryNostalgia Nestled so close it's hard to distinguish the difference. New York winters of long ago. #vss365 #memory

Every evening Return home Fairy lights Boho warmth Welcomes me #vss365 #boho

#vss365 Monotype If I end softly, it’s not restraint. It’s repetition learning its trade. The self doesn’t vanish, it thins, becomes monotonous, a companion you stop noticing until it’s vapour. Poetry doesn’t resolve. It just peters out and the ink turns stale. #monotonous

In monotonous, Monochrome existence, a Wobble is welcome. #vss365 #monotonous #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

I’ve reached the point in my life where monotony is more perfection than the challenge. Crashing news, wars, mass shootings, hate, division, discord, disillusion… … I’d write the same poem for eternity and be glad for it. #vss365 #monotonous

Life can be #monotonous with the perpetual cycle of hope, hopelessness dreams, nightmares love, hate joy, grief clarity, ambiguity and the unbearable weight of making meaning from meaningless so you try to carry it well and gradually let go of the life you have and embrace the life you want #vss365

Looking out towards the horizon seeing heat rise from crops,eyes blurred by sweat trickling from her brow. Her life one of #monotonous drudgery. Moments drawn out as though living in slow motion. Watching the fan spin off its axis she thought it the perfect metaphor for the state of her life #vss365

The day repeats itself. Minutes align exactly as they did before. Thin musings coil in monotonous circles, avoiding any deviation. Yet a slight notion pretends that sameness, like a clematis, might pouf away with whatever breeze happens to pass. #vss365 #prompt Dec 14 #monotonous

Monotonous Monotonous Monotonous Monotonous Monotonous Riveting #vss365 #monotonous

#vss365 #haiku #apogee

#vss365 Under a swollen moon, #apogee is the body’s racing pulse, its scream, its climax at the furthest edge of desire.

Divine convergence, Our erotic apogee, Collision of worlds. #vss365 #apogee #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

In the parlor of the inherited home, the blank page seemed to reach its own apogee. She touched the paper, sensing a cargo of twilight. Suddenly, the walls grew oddly unfamiliar. The break at the apex carried farther than the golden hour could hold. #vss365 #prompt Dec 13 #apogee 🖼️ O. Zhelezniak

e Apoge Always reaching. #vss365 #apogee