watching crepuscular strings of songbirds glide across lavender skies a serenading saffron sun kissing its horizon goodnight as soft drops of rain dance upon our grassy bed we savour the melodic moonlight awaiting a petrichor dawn & the robins sweet ballad flight #vss365 #dawn #poetry #poem

ME, MYSELF… #poetry #prompt #Solseed ⤵️ #foxprose ⤵️ #spokenword #poetrylovers #writingprompt #OurPoetryX ⤵️ #vss365 mother #moonmystic ⤵️ #firewords280 ⤵️ #2wordprompt ⤵️ #bedroomeyes ⤵️ #poetrycommunity #bravewrite cardinal #thingstowriteabout ship #wildwalkprompt rockpool #RetroArtPrompt flourishing

#Günaydın #photo #bluesky #photography #Nature #Flower #butterfly

In Wheatfield with Crows (July 1890), painted weeks before his death, Van Gogh set dark birds against a golden field and a sky in turmoil. The scene’s unrest mirrors his own—a landscape caught between persistence and despair.

#Dawn trespassed upon the hush of the attic, giving it a lambent glow. A breeze in the rafters, like an underwater current, caused the cobwebs to wave like seaweed. The dust motes that lazily swam by, and drifted downward had silenced the footprints long ago. #vss365

delicate #dawn pours rose and amber over bay day enters the sea #vss365 #haiku #blueskypoets #zen #poetry #nature #seascape #photography

Say its name the ache, the pull, the restless fire that singes your chest at #dawn don’t leave it to shadows don’t hide it in sighs speak it, breathe it, say it even if it stammers from your tongue #vss365 #poem #poetry #blueskypoets 📷 Pixabay

Loud noises awoke me with a start. I peeked out of the shack’s entrance. “Get back here, Montor!” shouted Mother. Father rushed outside to scope out the situation. The Lostai soldiers were banging the sides of the shacks with their weapons. It was not yet #dawn. #vss365

watching crepuscular strings of songbirds glide across lavender skies a serenading saffron sun kissing its horizon goodnight as soft drops of rain dance upon our grassy bed we savour the melodic moonlight awaiting a petrichor dawn & the robins sweet ballad flight #vss365 #dawn #poetry #poem

Bob stands before the bathroom mirror at #dawn, tugging at the curls on his chest and wondering aloud if he has way too much chest hair. Nora walks by with her coffee, barely glances up, and says having too much chest hair is impossible, adding a cheeky wink. #vss365

#Dawn on the third day of Dylan’s trek into the wilds of Hera and he had started to feel the inevitable grief creeping up on him. He couldn’t grieve up there, among the ships and crews of the fleet, or in front of the generals and admirals, but, here, with Shona, he could let it out. #vss365

Only as Rory began to examine the carvings on the wall did it #dawn upon him that it told a story. A crude story, but a story nonetheless, and could prove vital for the quest. And, true enough, a puzzle appeared in the next room that bore similarities to the carvings. Now to find the key. #vss365

Redwing Reflecting on the positives...

Black Swallowtail Butterfly When nature color coordinates...

#vss365 #mother #poetry #poem

Morning 🐶🌼 Marvellous Milo is very happy that the sun is shining (with a few showers in-between) on this #TongueOutTuesday 👅 Wishing you all a lovely day, sending smiles from Milo your way 🐾💛

Bob sits beside Nora on the living room sofa, both leaning over her old poetry notebook. Nora smiles at her younger self and wishes she didn't take life so seriously. Bob teases her playfully, calling her a #mother of dramatic lines. #vss365

"Your #mother called me again." "What did she want?" "She said the garden hose insulted her." "She tells that to everyone." "I told her hoses don't talk." "She said yours does." "I don't own a hose." "She said that was part of the problem." #vss365

The Plain at Auvers - 1890 https://botfrens.com/collections/46/contents/15414

smell of cut grass even fallen blades carry sunlight #DailyHaikuPrompt #cut_grass #haiku #blueskypoets #vacation #landscape #photography

she carried her childhood like a small bell in a coat pocket ahead of her the child she had been kept turning corners toward open water or deeper into the maze years passed cities changed yet her eyes still found the world through her #mother's lens where wonder began #vss365 #blueskypoets 🎨Renée

How sad our Eden of tomorrow has become a place of much sorrow How Mother Nature has become chained by humans so inhuman But the soil is uprising seas are plotting To bring balance back, theirs In freeing #Mother #Vss365 #poetry

He’d taken the long way to reach Hera, still on trauma leave, to meet up with an old friend who had always had more wisdom than she should have. He knew she would tell him straight, not try to #mother him, though she was old enough, and owned a bar, so he could probably drown in booze, too. #vss365

Rory almost felt guilty as he had Esme check the dead creature for materials and plunder. He shouldn’t, obviously. It was only a game, after all, and the creature would respawn before too long, and it had attacked Esme first. But it was a #mother. It’s children now wandering around, lost. #vss365

#vss365 #mother #poetry #poem

Little Fawn finding food in the field in Minnesota #LandscapePhotography #Nature #Minnesota

Vividly orange...

Male Cardinal Going after every berry in sight...

#vss365 #prompt for 8 June is #mother “The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.” William Ross Wallace. That’s true for most of us, the fortunate. A mother’s love is a force of nature. But it is not so simple. Mother has a multitude of faces. Show us #mother.

there amidst the labyrinth of her mind she created concealed pillars to lock those past traumas away surpress the horrors & hurt behind doors of resolute steel to protect her heart to shield her beautiful heart from the pain of those haunting memories #vss365 #horror #poetry #poem 🎨 NightCafe

This was clearly a quest designed to evoke #horror. The dark, brooding castle, the creepy emptiness of the surroundings. Bodies in pools of blood abandoned on the ground. A couple of the bodies could be examined and Rory had Esme check. Throats torn. He knew what they were. Vampires. #vss365

They offered counselling. Fellow officers offered booze, or a chance to spar, but Dylan wanted nothing anyone had to offer. The only thing he wanted was a ship, a crew and enough weaponry to destroy a world. He languished in the #horror of his failure, but pure vengeance fuelled him now. #vss365

#vss365 #prompt for 7 June 2026 is #horror From the cradle to—the grave. #Horror holds a special place in the imagination. It entertains in books and films; but it has another character altogether in the dead of our nights. Use it carefully.

The sun is out The skies are blue Marvellous Milo is happy & Sending smiles to you This is his reaction when I tell him how much I love him 🥹🐶🥰 Wishing you all a lovely Sunday 💛

#vss365 #cradle #poetry #poem

A male House Sparrow Pondering...

Traveling through the transportal is like #falling into oblivion with no concept of how much time has passed. My eyes open to find us standing in an alley next to the five-story building Marcia calls home. The “jump” might be a void, but now I'm a basket case of emotions. #vss365

Miracle of life All bound by nature's #cradle We look out not in #vss365 #haiku #poetry

Intense reflection at sunset last night in Minnesota #LandscapePhotography #Nature #Minnesota

Life giving planet Cradled like a tiny orb In Milky Way’s arm #vss365 #ScifaikuSaturday

Nothing could have prepared me to watch my little twin sister take her last breath and the color drain from her face. No! I thought I would stop breathing too. Nausea filled my belly. Mother burst into loud wailing while she #cradle-d Arixa’s body against her chest. #vss365

Sweat dripped between her shoulder blades as she steadied her hands. He tired, deep crevice above his nose telling the tale. Her fingers danced until the cat’s #cradle was formed. He pinched the crosses and pulled with a flourish, breaking the string. She raised her arms, victorious. #vss365

when I find myself alone memories arrive to keep me company some quicken my heart while others tear my eyes but I have loved and loved to distraction and I have crawled out of depths of dark despair when defiant me refused to give up because, giving up is never the answer ~ OProinntigh #poem

No gallery rivals the sky when nature decides to paint. #photography #sunset #clouds

The horizon keeps its terms. #7syllablesentence #horizon #blueskypoets #seaside #vacation #photography

#vss365 Imma raise a glass To a midnight choir Before the day ahead Takes its #gamble on me If I take a left or take a right A disaster maybe, maybe no Whichever way though I’ll go Right now I don’t even know, so I’ll let the clouds form, sun shine & minutes hum until the midnights choir

Entrance to a Quarry - 1889 https://botfrens.com/collections/46/contents/14556

#vss365 #cradle #poetry #poem

Bob kneels in the warm soil while Nora lifts sun‑ripe leaves, both admiring the jungle they've grown in their garden. Bees drift and the air is hot. Bob already dreams of Nora's orange juice, the way she'll #cradle the glass when serving it. #vss365

The man behind the bar tapped the rim of Dylan’s glass, raising an eyebrow, but Dylan continued to #cradle it between his fingers, empty. He had wanted to get drunk, start a fight, beat someone senseless, anyone, but he couldn’t stomach it. It wouldn’t bring back the Antilles, or his crew. #vss365