Sometimes gets dangerous with a paintbrush
✍️ #AmWriting: Quirky sci-fi adventure novels
Poetry/Scribblings: #♡ᝰ.🖋️
ᴬʳᵗ/ᵖⁱᶜˢ/ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ
#booksky #poetrysky
*(prefers belly rubs)
not with a pen
but with her heart
she uses not ink
but blood
they are not words
but the fabric of
her very being
it is not poems
but her soul
she bares
#poetry
not with a pen
but with her heart
she uses not ink
but blood
they are not words
but the fabric of
her very being
it is not poems
but her soul
she bares
#poetry
-Carl Sagan, Billions & Billions
-Carl Sagan, Billions & Billions
rain falls on this wooden heart
and softens my edges
breathing deep, I share
the Earth's renewed rejoicing
- a song in a song
paradoxical
hot and cold, light and dark
I centre within
#haiku
rain falls on this wooden heart
and softens my edges
breathing deep, I share
the Earth's renewed rejoicing
- a song in a song
paradoxical
hot and cold, light and dark
I centre within
#haiku
i keep returning
to the same small grief
not to suffer it
but to place it
more carefully
until it becomes
not a wound i circle
but a cairn
and my days
move around it
like a quiet vow
to remember well
#poetry
i keep returning
to the same small grief
not to suffer it
but to place it
more carefully
until it becomes
not a wound i circle
but a cairn
and my days
move around it
like a quiet vow
to remember well
#poetry
Sometimes when feelings
Cover me like rain
A rainbow appears
Sometimes when feelings
Cover me like rain
A rainbow appears
*(prefers belly rubs)
*(prefers belly rubs)
Birds settle on its slanted roof,
Chatter spills like a gentle song,
Then lifts away again,
Quiet seeps through timbers,
Hollows linger patiently,
Waiting for their return.
#SenseWrds #prompt 148 tenderness repetitive absence #writingcommunity #amwriting
Birds settle on its slanted roof,
Chatter spills like a gentle song,
Then lifts away again,
Quiet seeps through timbers,
Hollows linger patiently,
Waiting for their return.
#SenseWrds #prompt 148 tenderness repetitive absence #writingcommunity #amwriting
A million tiny histories
Let loose in the wind
Real silence now
The world remembering water
Forgetting anew
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
A million tiny histories
Let loose in the wind
Real silence now
The world remembering water
Forgetting anew
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
tiny dragonfly,
golden eyes shimmer, surveying
all while holding tight
#BlueSkyMonday
Good morning, I hope your Monday is kind! ☀️☕️
tiny dragonfly,
golden eyes shimmer, surveying
all while holding tight
#BlueSkyMonday
Good morning, I hope your Monday is kind! ☀️☕️
Fog gathers outside
#bountiful, the candle weeps
its soft surrender—
a grief so small, morsel
the soul’s slow #unraveling.
#Prompters #Poetry
A Solseed Joint
#haikufeels #unravel
#solseed #bountiful
Fog gathers outside
#bountiful, the candle weeps
its soft surrender—
a grief so small, morsel
the soul’s slow #unraveling.
#Prompters #Poetry
A Solseed Joint
#haikufeels #unravel
#solseed #bountiful
Weak tea, it seems
So far from my couch
And its steep entropy
Water and tea
Cooling to mid
My milque and my toast
Room temperature
Like me
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
Weak tea, it seems
So far from my couch
And its steep entropy
Water and tea
Cooling to mid
My milque and my toast
Room temperature
Like me
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
A fold spilling words,
My history collected,
A bookcase life,
Petals among pages,
My summer days saved,
Memories lent,
Yet to be returned.
#thingstowriteabout
A fold spilling words,
My history collected,
A bookcase life,
Petals among pages,
My summer days saved,
Memories lent,
Yet to be returned.
#thingstowriteabout
to hear the words
you dare not say
to catch the petals
as they fall
a needless loss
a paper wall
#♡ᝰ.🖋️
#poetrysky
#poetry #poem
#blueskypoets
to hear the words
you dare not say
to catch the petals
as they fall
a needless loss
a paper wall
#♡ᝰ.🖋️
#poetrysky
#poetry #poem
#blueskypoets
A ghost standing
Still and bent
It does not pine for the sun
It merely waits
Haunting the slow hours
In the grey slant of light
Across the snow
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
A ghost standing
Still and bent
It does not pine for the sun
It merely waits
Haunting the slow hours
In the grey slant of light
Across the snow
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
last night you laughed
and for a moment
the years fell off you
like dust from a curtain
I glimpsed the child
waiting patiently
behind your face
last night you laughed
and for a moment
the years fell off you
like dust from a curtain
I glimpsed the child
waiting patiently
behind your face