∴ homè in þe wildes stepping by tyme’s scrutynè barefote devocioun ∴ #vss365 #haikufeels #poemspell 🗣️🗝️ þ “th” as in thin off into the woods for a bit. later, gators 🐊

#Scrutiny in the eye Persuasion on the lips Mutiny on the mind A black sheep’s About to fly Reminiscing about those days Too tired now—becoming an adult Got in the way #vss365

#poetsofbluesky #promptcombo #poemsabout Hope you don't mind a polite shout-out for this zoom event happening soon! Would love to see many of you there to hear these fantastic poets. DM me for zoom link x

sharks of the corn... gingerbread man vs. evil bong... snake outta compton... killer sofa... velocipastor... !!! what algorithmic horror movie hell have i just stumbled into?!?

unthinkable sacrifices carrying the truth dusted with presence as the intermediate between land and sky blends with sardonic wilds giving energy to daydreams alleviating the furnace of direction only to wonder, where did the clouds go #vsspic #poet #poeticsoul #writer

'Life is a train that stops at no stations; you either jump abroad or stand on the platform and watch as it passes.' Yasmina Khadra, What the day owes the night #BookWormSat 🎨 Carol Leigh

autumn chill— the sun setting on the orb weaver #haiku #haikusaturday #shahai #spiders

everything appears and dissolves appears again dissolves impermanence the only constant 📷 A path through the Oku-no-in ancient Buddhist cemetery in Koyasan (7F7Ш), Japan #zen #Buddhism #photography

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎..⋰⋱⋰⋱⫷⫸

Thank you to @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social for hosting last week! This week's #promptcombo is #ancestry. This piece was published in Freeverse Revolution Issue XII & is something of a letter to my younger self. Also doubling up as a fairly seamless segue from #history 😁 Tag me/use # to join in

4-year-old Amani knew she wanted to be a doctor. She and her brother Zayn were on Air India flight 171. This #PoemsAbout was written for an anthology compiled by their teacher @dreambeastpoems.bsky.social for their classmates and family. #NeverAgain @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚜 — 𝙸 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍— 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝. 𝚃𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗.

𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑙'𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 #DailyHaikuPrompt | dapple, strand #mobilephotography #haiku 🐌

yellow blanket flower with a little nibble still smiling #yellowthu

This is how the real me captures Tokyo in gray. #Throwback #monochrome #Tokyo #Japan #September #photography #photographer

fire is strength burnt offerings of renewal add a little more smoke #poeticsoul #natureheals #sunsets

Someone wanted to be noticed 📷🌱 …

📖📖📖An update on donations & sales of my book📖📖📖 All proceeds go to St. James's Hospital Foundation, here's the link⤵️ stjameshospitalfoundation.enthuse.com/pf/fidel-walsh Big ♥️ Love from me & Out There! To buy the book⤵️ lettertecbookstore.com/product/out-... #PromptCombo Video by Anna Fitzpatrick

Startled by fickle words glossy sailboats & looming houses noble daughters of the rose of winds have gone With trailing hair & slender grace they bore #obsessive beauty of #sonorous strata from bygone hours Light & heavy at once their absence inhabits deep each of our joys & trials #vss365 #emoetry

For #PoemsAbout #NeverAgain I’ve tried to address the alarming failure to make connections between the past and what’s happening today which makes ‘Never Again’ nothing more than a cliché. It’s rough and could do with editing but all I have for now @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

where there's a breath, there's life where there's a heart, hope where there's a dream, inspiration and purpose beautiful day, and weekend to all 🕊🙏🏻💕 #sunrise #photography

It started to once, once upon a time Hold a #sonorous sound My heart, but not anymore I lost it all, upbeat or low To the wrong kind Now I survive on an empty soul Sucking on its breath Like whiskey be the only drink left #vss365

rising like a phoenix false prophets #SenryuSunday #senryu

Rising to full potential 📷🌱 ….

Seagazing, I wonder. These sparkles must be telling secrets. Nah, Beach Crow says. The sea whispers her lickle myths into shells. All about moons & stars & comets. But that's how most water began. As comet ice flying through space. Cor, says Beach Crow. That's why she's full of sky. #whistpr

show me this place that you love from the earth trembles in wait perhaps it's held in the silent breath of hope? a treasure guarded within self a tiny anchor as the world turns until the breath is shared #vss365 #photography

#InternationalDayOfPeace #ThichNhatHanh ##zen #peace

If you have come across my #SilverBranch feature @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social you may now be familiar with my poem 'HARE'. @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and I thought it might be interesting to enlighten you about the process involved in writing it, so here's the poem and my technique. ✍️ #poetry

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

The Grand Tetons, Wyoming.

wet ◦ parting wet ◦ per haps per haps ◦ soggy you rosy Sunday ◦ geese feeding geese ◦ five years holding five years ◦ feathers bed whitely feathers ◦ rain insisting rain ◦ insisting kissing insisting beaks ◦ can't feather can't ◦ per haps you you per haps ◦ wet #vss365 #microcutup #poundshopstein

#haiku crescent moon the evening ghosts will be late

a somber morning only the queen remaining to face the winter #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #senryu #hornetnestupdate

Viv braced one gloved hand against the wooden frame, as though she needed the anchor, and Rowan’s heart nearly broke for the torture etched onto her face. “I had nothing to do with it,” Viv exhaled, her voice taut. “I didn’t know. But I can’t #disagree with Eliane, because she’s right.” #WIPSnips

A bouquet of Flowers make no sound Yet they speak the words Of silent hearts’ thump thump If I recline Under their shelter Just call me reckless #Perhaps indeed I was it The symphony of whispers Before your desires’ madness #vss365 #poetry

Hullo #vss365 and to #perhaps An old one.

Early Autumn Glory

Sun low on my right, blinding, but its heat is soft as a consoling kiss. To my left, Autumn is unveiled. Tree trunks & dirt tracks are wet & rich. Leaves seared beige, mahogany, crumbling to flake tobacco & chocolate. Conkers shine. Brahms meditates on my headphones. Autumn’s great oratorio of brown

It could have fallen better Rory's way if, #perhaps, he had chosen to play with the other player who had offered to group up, but Rory didn’t group in the main regions of the game, only in the group dungeon areas specifically for them. He could have used the help, but not the conversation. #vss365

night ushers in veil a parenthesis of dreams within primal source #haikuchallenge #veil #haiku #ModernZen #poetry 🖼️ from Pinterest

Up there below here in-between what is there #Photo #Photography 📷:mine

Aquí late un ritmo claro, rompe el silencio callado, tiembla en el pecho agitado, y enciende un sol necesario. No es ruido: es canto templado, melodía que acaricia, y en su danza se desliza, pone colores a la noche y al día, y en el corazón todavía abre un jardín de caricias. Cris_ms✍️

New moons tonights forevers Be the tropes parables Metaphors running rivers In veins pumping thru my skin Telling allegories I can’t #rein it in So don’t blame me I’m of the possessed obsessed Living in a land far far away Encircled by a moat Named MakeBelieve #vss365

in your touch I find the tender art of mending blooms I can't define #Photography Photo 📸 Amiyo @gyou1.bsky.social

My diaphanous shroud of red silk Adorns my alabaster skin As I walk the lonely chapel To my doom A #catastrophe Forever to remain agelast The wife of a monster Am I alive or dead I don’t know Trapped in his bloody gloom #vss365 #satsplat

His breaths came as #extrusions of moths, #soft wings stroked her throat. His skin rippled with time fractures; hers mirrored his heat code. She tasted powdery lipstick—not hers—and flushed. She wouldn't fight becoming him. Couldn't. She parted her lips to let a moth slip in. #vss365 #scififri

ii. He was dreaming in reverse, the #catastrophe unspooling. His warm larvae pulsed beneath her tongue. She hated how his shimmering body ossified while hers ran like sand. By dawn she would be wing dust. All her thoughts like half-chewed seeds, buried deep inside of him. #vss365