Memories of you Still breeze through Miniscule yet ephemeral #vss365 #miniscule

Self worth #miniscule I struggle to find myself Be someone you love #haiku #vss365 #poetry

motion; #miniscule nuanced confession; subtle clandestine the science and magic of the minutae maelstroms in the macrocosms of attraction the prose of eyelashes the serendipity of hand brushing skin the choreography of light i adore the matter and miracles of you #vss365

amidst winter in minuscule moments I see everything #vss365 #miniscule

The absence of leaves the quiet city streets of Nature's dark absence The moon finds a space He walks by rows of closed shops of midnight Melbourne a plain tree lingers passion fleeting on King Street He feels emptiness #vss365 #passion

Valentine's Day walk Past passion surfaces Memories of love #vss365 #passion

#vss365 #kiss

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 14 is #kiss "And when he has fled - like a squirrel - his laughter still vibrates on every leaf, and you can see, startled by a bullfinch, the Golden Kiss of the Wood, gathering itself together again." 'Faun's Head', Arthur Rimbaud #14

Here are all the #vss365 prompts, just in case you missed one. 1 #shadow 2 #soul 3 #pain 4 #wound 5 #lambent 6 #ghost 7 #blood 8 #pale 9 #bones 10 #ache 11 #touch 12 #dark 13 #lacuna 14 #kiss

I tucked the memory of your kiss in my mind and visit it on days when sorrow arrives. Remembering, a sweet salve. #vss365 #kiss

Between you and me Words sometimes fail A lacuna of loss #vss365 #lacuna

#vss365 #poetry It’s a fusion Of colours Like rainbows And shadows Grey and black Specks of white That work Together Setting alight My imagination Though pages Of a book Are black and white My mind sees more That’s how the magic works #Dark or bright

Almost Morning Hope Floats Through Dark Sky #vss365 #dark

February storm touching the falling sky in cold shivers #vss365 #touch

The absence of touch scorches a memory in her body. #vss365 #touch

the #ache of first breath tomorrow is yesterday here we are again #vss365 #senryu #writesky

the ache of each regret in a poem #vss365 #ache

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 10 is #ache "I wish to run my trembling fingers long Through the black tangles of your heavy hair, To plunge my aching head amorous of Your skirts as into secret, perfumed bowers, To breathe your scent as from pale withered flowers" 'Le Léthé', Charles Baudelaire #10

You wrap our ache in yesterday's newspaper so we'll know what day it stopped. #vss365 #ache

Skeletal Memories Melancholic Bones #vss365 #bone

Worries pale then return Scorched with crimson doubt What happens now? #vss365 #pale

north wind an aluminum can picks up speed #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku

snowfall recirculating the blood of earth #vss365 #blood

Nation's wounds drenched in blood. Transfusion stat. #vss365 #Blood

humanity's wounds are your wounds and they're my wounds just trying to heal while we keep fighting our wars some outside and some inside #vss365 #wound #tanka

invisible wound scorched psyche unnamable scar #vss365 #wound

The lambent flicker of morning fog Dances on the mountain lake shadows Reflections sparkle silent and still #vss365 #lambent

The Memory of Ghosts My mother’s ghost Paints the past Between dreamworlds Where I reach for her hand on a blustery spring day A lifetime ago #vss365 #ghost

Ash drifts on dusk wind sere fields remember the fire green shoots test the rain #7syllablesentence #prompt sere #haiku

we are daffodils kings with bright corona crowns spring does not last long #7syllablesentence #haiku #senryu #daffodils

Some hearts ache not from breaking, but from waiting…..

#vss365 memory is a #ghost that doesn’t haunt - it whispers, calling on us to remember

The ghost withered and lost its ability to haunt. Now we can play hide and seek without worry. Freedom. #vss365 #ghost

Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 4 is #ghost "But that isn’t all. Some of my ghosts are planets. Not bright. Not young. Spiraling deep in the dusk of my body as saucers or moons pleased with their belts of colored dust & hailing no others." 'Ghosts', Kiki Petrosino #4

#vss365 He tried to divine the purpose of people without heads. Filing into book stores, when they cannot read. Fingering vintage vinyl, when they cannot listen. Running their hands along wooden statues, unable to express their grief. Not #ghosts, just people who have lost touch with life.

~the dance~ history tends to linger the joys fade away but the #pain, it festers until it explodes again raw and agitated anger seeking fear nervous drumsticks fly time ticks forward to the mating dance of war #vss365

My alphabet spills onto the sidewalk letters splayed scattershot making it mpossible to describe the pain #vss365 #pain

She keeps the thought to herself. When walking in New York City she knows that some buildings have a soul. #vss365 #soul

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frozen lake a human chain spells out SOS #SenryuSunday #senryu

#vss365 #shadow #poetry This went from a relationship poem to something very different. I think it is still part of a bigger work, but for now. .. Here is a #poem

NYC Morning Message Sidewalk Shadow #vss365 #shadow

where soft winds sigh the swallows fly upon the cusp of light #vss365

Oh soothing descent of evening rain #vss365

#vss365 My crazy old grandfather talks to his tired shoes the same way he used to talk to me - slow, patient, and full of the whimsical nonsense that somehow #soothes everyone and everything that listens.

For @blsamaddar our host, and all #vss365 writers. "If through all the madness We can stick together We're safe and sound The whole world's just turned inside out and upside down" Stories & songs have the power to #soothe. Carly Simon, Safe and Sound www.youtube.com/watch?v=atPq...

The thrum of humanity. #vss365 #7syllablesentence #thrum

today’s #vss365 #prompt reminds me of the good old days twittering our thrums #thrum #sorry

My wife used to tease me that when I get angry, my childhood Minnesota accent comes out. Now she knows it’s the sound the heart makes as it thrums its way to justice. #vss365 #thrum #Minnesota @nicollewallace.bsky.social

The thrum of January snow falling serenades my morning walk as the sun promises to warms the mountain. Simplicity soothes. #vss365 #thrum