Where went the night Starstruck And Outlandish A feast for The eyes of the gods And Where Their hearts Sang so very loudly Echoing Across the sky Through the souls Of angels Into the smile Of her eyes So that moment Brought her fingers Over the table To hold his In love

a bit of you mustachioed & bearded between earth & heaven transported in dreams resting in a world made of breath does the sky only yield to the heart? mine tries, believing — a little more love adds to what exists in you it whispers in beats, ascending i listen for the echo of my heart in yours

- shackled by life reeds cling to my feet hope stalled in sunlight’s echo until you hold me your kiss transports me from this shoreline laced in memory’s ache and this flightless being takes wing knowing what it means beneath a fulgent sky at last to rise to be free - #poetry #vss365 #read

Falling leaves still ask respect. #7syllablesentence #respect #blueskypoets #nature #photography

nexus of autumn wind thins the gold from the leaves remorse in splendor #haikuchallenge #nexus #haiku #nature

…slow.. simple.. —for creative. artistic. thinking. philosophical minds—anyone 'alive' seeking.. ©️dww #goodlife #quotes #thoughts #zen #philosophy #spirituality #writesky #nature #art #substack #music #micro #bluesky #humansofbluesky #blogger #life #writingcommunity #photography #artist #mysticwl

soundtrack to my post above⤴️—after i wrote—his lyrics-in-my-head: “i wasn't born in a cage..i am free to remain. ..feels like the land of milk & honey..feels right—we love the taste of money" #quotes #music #gavinrossdale #nature #90s #philosophy #art #photography #substack #musicsky #spirituality

* 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼, 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓼 𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼 It’s night, and you are cold, my heart of mine, your pulse shivers somewhere beneath my skin The quiet hums between what once was ours, and every breath feels like it breaks within #poems by me Art not mine

* 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼 Can’t you see how your gaze lingers long tracing every curve of what I write, as if my words were limbs & breath #poems by me Art not mine

* 𝓨𝓸𝓾, 𝓲𝓷 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓮 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓮, 𝓾𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓤𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭, 𝓘 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 Uncovering you I wander the quiet shore of your soul, beautiful in its hush serene in its soft unfolding I write you slowly, letter by letter and word by word… #poems by me Art not mine

* 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝐼𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝑒𝒾𝓃𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁 With my kiss I send a murmur of notes into your ear my voice moving softly floating through clouds #poems by me Art not mine

Observation... From the cosiness of being indoors It is easy to see nature's beauty Autumnal leaves cling to boughs Windswept foliage rests in silence This colourfully decorated season Invites a quiet and calm reflection The waning of the year approaches... #MypoetryEileen2025

High on the hog Mitchell P #art

Tunnel Mitchell P #art

Autumn's evergreens Shadowed contrasts Reflections brightness Sky's entwined expanses Still moments blues Touching infinite depths Pacific Northwest Coast Range Trails 🌲💚💙💚🌿

November's sky's Spreading clouds Scattered sun's rays Spent moisture's mirrors Evening wandering ears Stillness's wonderings Lights fading ripples Pacific Coast Range Trails 🌲🌲🌲💚💙💚🌿🌿🌿

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛... 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚒𝚝? 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍— 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜. #Orion’sBelt

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍.. 𝙰 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎—𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎— 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. #SelfRadiance

#Happy #friday

Maybe I’ll Just Look for Atlantis

#poetry a hanging peaseed necklacegarden luring honeybutterflies to the wonders of light and scents of delight

icelanders teaching americans my language in a hallmark film is something. at least it's making me laugh after the highly stale and noobish licorice pizza. what on earth was that

the most ridiculous greenscreen use i've ever seen, lol, my head is exploding

#poetry creeping subzero gas i cocooned my ass hotdog style the winner don't put me inside a spinner

Rising to full potential 📷🌱 ….

The decor changes but the stories continue on! 📷 🍂 ….

mining some ink? spill it #prompts Nov 14, 2025 Weekend #Prompt - INTEND (any form of the word) sixword~tenword~tanka~haiku post with the hashtag: #inkMine

"Some bachelor buttons blooming in my garden!" #NaturePhotography #blueskygardening "Don't know what the dark pink and white wildflowers are?"

"My first spaceships in a future world!" #nobodyknows #abstractpainting #arcylics

"The long gray days of fall and winter make you appreciate what every little sunshine you can find!" #abstractpainting

"A wonderful Friday and weekend to everyone!" #NaturePhotography

‘When we walk with the living-spirit, comrades, dark times come, and they will go. This is the holy ground in which we misfit mystics live and grow.’

'The living Spirit makes her play, comrades, in the soft, shy, sacred moments of the day.'

numinous moments haunt the yellowed patio chairs call it a day #blueskyrelay #numinous #DailyHaikuPrompt #patio #haiku #blueskypoets

in those dawns where the night still ferments what strength remains to climb? what eye will behold the hands that dig a yet fertile soil healing its wounds? what light spectrum can faithfully #measure beauty of things stubbornly intact beneath the scales of misfortune? #vss365 #poetry 🖼️AK Design

* 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 The sea breathes against my skin tonight its salt finding the places I keep hidden No sky can hold me now, only the waves that lick the edge of my body as if they already know my name #poems by me Art not mine

* 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓟𝓾𝓵𝓼𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓐 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓶 𝔀𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓷𝓭 Hold me like a secret written in your pulse, where beauty burns slow and the pain is only proof of feeling #poems by me Art not mine

* 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼 𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 He stood within the warmth of her breath, his soul learning the shape of her skin #poems by me Art not mine

* 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 Burn with my kisses, my love, let them find your hidden moons, wander slowly down your skin Let your lips trace my waist… #poems by me Art not mine

Ambience... Decorating the indoor perspective Surroundings lit by candle light Snugness wrapped up warmly Outside the view is quite barren Trees shivering in their emptiness A setting of greys and charcoals Inside the ambience simply hugs... #MypoetryEileen2025

Treasures... Words and items to keep forever Powerfully stirring old memories Voices at rest and stilled to time Whispers heard within one's heart The truest of bonds are unbroken In quieter moments we remember Love enfolds both lament and joy... #MypoetryEileen2025