As if I could stop you falling,
Like I am enough,
A weight like a full stop,
The words piling up,
Spilling over me in sentences,
Holding on tight,
Knowing you’ll crush me,
When you fall.
#thingstowriteabout ladder
As if I could stop you falling,
Like I am enough,
A weight like a full stop,
The words piling up,
Spilling over me in sentences,
Holding on tight,
Knowing you’ll crush me,
When you fall.
#thingstowriteabout ladder
for a planet we would love
into a new world
secret mapmakers
we whisper like withered reeds
naming our rivers
sometimes dream hikers
over the boulders down scree
in the cargo bay
👾
#SciFaikuSaturday (world)
#DailyHaikuPrompt (w'd reeds)
#inkMine (scree)
for a planet we would love
into a new world
secret mapmakers
we whisper like withered reeds
naming our rivers
sometimes dream hikers
over the boulders down scree
in the cargo bay
👾
#SciFaikuSaturday (world)
#DailyHaikuPrompt (w'd reeds)
#inkMine (scree)
against night wind's claw.
I'll guard the candle flame,
back holding the door.
Not keeping count of days I'll sit awake.
To wait...
Till the scabs slough off.
You sleep, and I'll keep watch.
-JD 11/23/25
#ImageAndVerse
#SelfPortraitSunday @selfportraiture.bsky.social
against night wind's claw.
I'll guard the candle flame,
back holding the door.
Not keeping count of days I'll sit awake.
To wait...
Till the scabs slough off.
You sleep, and I'll keep watch.
-JD 11/23/25
#ImageAndVerse
#SelfPortraitSunday @selfportraiture.bsky.social
Norway Rat
Eastern gray squirrel
Bald Eagle
Elk
Black bear.
Kangaroo rat
Pronghorn
Buffalo
Badger
Wolverine
Elk
Black Bear
Mule Deer
Alligator
Armadillo
Norway Rat
Eastern gray squirrel
Bald Eagle
Elk
Black bear.
The punk on the afternoon bus,
Mohawk resting on the window,
I almost reached out,
My fingers wanting,
The urge to know,
How spiky your hair was,
If it would feel,
Like shards,
Or soft like a wolf.
#thingstowriteabout punk
The punk on the afternoon bus,
Mohawk resting on the window,
I almost reached out,
My fingers wanting,
The urge to know,
How spiky your hair was,
If it would feel,
Like shards,
Or soft like a wolf.
#thingstowriteabout punk