Ali
@alibutterfly.bsky.social
Mother, sister, daughter, teacher, caregiver, knitter, crafter, fair weather gardener. Seeking some joy after a super difficult year. Thankful for the poetry community on Bluesky and the distraction of the arts challenges 💕.
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Pinned
#EastCoastKin #Stunday
#onlybeautifulthings #photography #flowers #bloomscrolling #imageandverse #poetry
Dahlias, kind
from sunnier times
before the dark shadows
of heartbreaking crimes—
when we were still three
and still thick as thieves
my beautiful
spiky-and-soft
family.
August 2019
#onlybeautifulthings #photography #flowers #bloomscrolling #imageandverse #poetry
Dahlias, kind
from sunnier times
before the dark shadows
of heartbreaking crimes—
when we were still three
and still thick as thieves
my beautiful
spiky-and-soft
family.
August 2019
#EastCoastKin #Stunday
#onlybeautifulthings #photography #flowers #bloomscrolling #imageandverse #poetry
Dahlias, kind
from sunnier times
before the dark shadows
of heartbreaking crimes—
when we were still three
and still thick as thieves
my beautiful
spiky-and-soft
family.
August 2019
#onlybeautifulthings #photography #flowers #bloomscrolling #imageandverse #poetry
Dahlias, kind
from sunnier times
before the dark shadows
of heartbreaking crimes—
when we were still three
and still thick as thieves
my beautiful
spiky-and-soft
family.
August 2019
November 23, 2025 at 9:11 AM
#EastCoastKin #Stunday
#onlybeautifulthings #photography #flowers #bloomscrolling #imageandverse #poetry
Dahlias, kind
from sunnier times
before the dark shadows
of heartbreaking crimes—
when we were still three
and still thick as thieves
my beautiful
spiky-and-soft
family.
August 2019
#onlybeautifulthings #photography #flowers #bloomscrolling #imageandverse #poetry
Dahlias, kind
from sunnier times
before the dark shadows
of heartbreaking crimes—
when we were still three
and still thick as thieves
my beautiful
spiky-and-soft
family.
August 2019
November 22, 2025 at 9:34 AM
#vss365 #poetry #photo #sunset #iphonephotography #nature
Golden orb,
heavy, shimmering
at the rim of the world,
bleeding amber and honey
into awestruck silence.
Shadow’s crowning glory,
unbearably light,
charcoal, bare,
reaching for
the holy flare:
#goal or transformation—
ending… or beginning?
Golden orb,
heavy, shimmering
at the rim of the world,
bleeding amber and honey
into awestruck silence.
Shadow’s crowning glory,
unbearably light,
charcoal, bare,
reaching for
the holy flare:
#goal or transformation—
ending… or beginning?
November 17, 2025 at 11:13 PM
November 15, 2025 at 1:27 AM
November 13, 2025 at 12:16 PM
November 12, 2025 at 9:32 PM
Today’s #MPPrompt #poetryprompt:
Ekphrastic poetry!
Inspired by the post below from:
@womensartbluesky.bsky.social
#poetry #bravewrite
Ekphrastic poetry!
Inspired by the post below from:
@womensartbluesky.bsky.social
#poetry #bravewrite
November 9, 2025 at 9:56 AM
Today’s #MPPrompt #poetryprompt:
Ekphrastic poetry!
Inspired by the post below from:
@womensartbluesky.bsky.social
#poetry #bravewrite
Ekphrastic poetry!
Inspired by the post below from:
@womensartbluesky.bsky.social
#poetry #bravewrite
#WildWalkPrompt #darkness
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
#poetry #bravewrite
There are darker things than death,
that tear away your breath,
that hollow out your soul,
and empty what was whole.
The #darkness closing in—
a byproduct of sin,
the sin of those you trust,
who turn your world to dust.
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
#poetry #bravewrite
There are darker things than death,
that tear away your breath,
that hollow out your soul,
and empty what was whole.
The #darkness closing in—
a byproduct of sin,
the sin of those you trust,
who turn your world to dust.
November 8, 2025 at 3:13 PM
#WildWalkPrompt #darkness
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
#poetry #bravewrite
There are darker things than death,
that tear away your breath,
that hollow out your soul,
and empty what was whole.
The #darkness closing in—
a byproduct of sin,
the sin of those you trust,
who turn your world to dust.
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
#poetry #bravewrite
There are darker things than death,
that tear away your breath,
that hollow out your soul,
and empty what was whole.
The #darkness closing in—
a byproduct of sin,
the sin of those you trust,
who turn your world to dust.
#SenseWrds #prompt 139
#poetry
Humour, and tempest,
bile, and love—
faith, fire and coals.
Generosity, and betrayal,
happiness, and loss,
Men, with dampened souls.
Walking in hollows—
a father’s path,
stories sketched with holes.
Is this my family?
#poetry
Humour, and tempest,
bile, and love—
faith, fire and coals.
Generosity, and betrayal,
happiness, and loss,
Men, with dampened souls.
Walking in hollows—
a father’s path,
stories sketched with holes.
Is this my family?
November 1, 2025 at 1:22 AM
#SenseWrds #prompt 139
#poetry
Humour, and tempest,
bile, and love—
faith, fire and coals.
Generosity, and betrayal,
happiness, and loss,
Men, with dampened souls.
Walking in hollows—
a father’s path,
stories sketched with holes.
Is this my family?
#poetry
Humour, and tempest,
bile, and love—
faith, fire and coals.
Generosity, and betrayal,
happiness, and loss,
Men, with dampened souls.
Walking in hollows—
a father’s path,
stories sketched with holes.
Is this my family?
#vss365 #poetry #prompt #bravewrite
you #experiment
with my anxiety.
how far can you push it—
coax it, taunt it?
trial it—see:
a bit of fun here
to prod it awake,
a carefree time there
to give it a shake.
as long as, when home,
you pretend that you care,
your hypothesis posits
it won’t be aware.
you #experiment
with my anxiety.
how far can you push it—
coax it, taunt it?
trial it—see:
a bit of fun here
to prod it awake,
a carefree time there
to give it a shake.
as long as, when home,
you pretend that you care,
your hypothesis posits
it won’t be aware.
October 29, 2025 at 6:03 PM
#vss365 #poetry #prompt #bravewrite
you #experiment
with my anxiety.
how far can you push it—
coax it, taunt it?
trial it—see:
a bit of fun here
to prod it awake,
a carefree time there
to give it a shake.
as long as, when home,
you pretend that you care,
your hypothesis posits
it won’t be aware.
you #experiment
with my anxiety.
how far can you push it—
coax it, taunt it?
trial it—see:
a bit of fun here
to prod it awake,
a carefree time there
to give it a shake.
as long as, when home,
you pretend that you care,
your hypothesis posits
it won’t be aware.
#emoetry #poem
The Holy Trinity, divine,
lends His name to Shakespeare’s shrine,
where song-lark ministers to those
whose choral aspirations rose.
Yet underneath the polished sheen
lurks anything but grace serene;
as #battered souls still reel in pain
from that song-lark’s “lovely” refrain.
The Holy Trinity, divine,
lends His name to Shakespeare’s shrine,
where song-lark ministers to those
whose choral aspirations rose.
Yet underneath the polished sheen
lurks anything but grace serene;
as #battered souls still reel in pain
from that song-lark’s “lovely” refrain.
October 28, 2025 at 10:58 AM
“Wouldn’t you rather not know?”
His words were a gut-wrenching blow.
I shouldn’t have seen
That message obscene
To the mistress who stole all our glow!
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetry #limerick #rhyme
(Obscene to my eyes: xxxx)
His words were a gut-wrenching blow.
I shouldn’t have seen
That message obscene
To the mistress who stole all our glow!
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetry #limerick #rhyme
(Obscene to my eyes: xxxx)
October 27, 2025 at 1:17 AM
“Wouldn’t you rather not know?”
His words were a gut-wrenching blow.
I shouldn’t have seen
That message obscene
To the mistress who stole all our glow!
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetry #limerick #rhyme
(Obscene to my eyes: xxxx)
His words were a gut-wrenching blow.
I shouldn’t have seen
That message obscene
To the mistress who stole all our glow!
#MPPrompt #poetryprompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
#poetry #limerick #rhyme
(Obscene to my eyes: xxxx)
October 26, 2025 at 11:20 PM
October 25, 2025 at 8:29 AM
October 25, 2025 at 1:39 AM
Reposted by Ali
transparency is not
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
September 23, 2025 at 4:22 AM
transparency is not
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry