Sillionshine
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a hinge in the year
crows lift from the black plum tree
pale thoughts of blossom
crows lift from the black plum tree
pale thoughts of blossom
December 21, 2025 at 10:08 PM
a hinge in the year
crows lift from the black plum tree
pale thoughts of blossom
crows lift from the black plum tree
pale thoughts of blossom
December 22, 2025 at 9:59 AM
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December 22, 2025 at 8:31 AM
Saturn hangs in space pristine
it's rings the very symbol of perfection
For did not Saturn reign
in a Golden Age of abundance
wealth and peace?
But that same Saturn did eat his offspring as they were born lest they usurp that fatal throne as he himself had done
Who cries for those babes?
#vss365
it's rings the very symbol of perfection
For did not Saturn reign
in a Golden Age of abundance
wealth and peace?
But that same Saturn did eat his offspring as they were born lest they usurp that fatal throne as he himself had done
Who cries for those babes?
#vss365
December 22, 2025 at 9:45 AM
Saturn hangs in space pristine
it's rings the very symbol of perfection
For did not Saturn reign
in a Golden Age of abundance
wealth and peace?
But that same Saturn did eat his offspring as they were born lest they usurp that fatal throne as he himself had done
Who cries for those babes?
#vss365
it's rings the very symbol of perfection
For did not Saturn reign
in a Golden Age of abundance
wealth and peace?
But that same Saturn did eat his offspring as they were born lest they usurp that fatal throne as he himself had done
Who cries for those babes?
#vss365
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#vss365 #monotonous
...and it hasn't even begun
to settle in where I'm sure
mountains were lined
along the shore: the monotony
of calling every wave
a battle, every grain of sand
a world waiting to be counted
and thrown to the swell,
crashing universes pushed
aside one sunken footprint
after another
...and it hasn't even begun
to settle in where I'm sure
mountains were lined
along the shore: the monotony
of calling every wave
a battle, every grain of sand
a world waiting to be counted
and thrown to the swell,
crashing universes pushed
aside one sunken footprint
after another
December 14, 2025 at 8:55 AM
#vss365 #monotonous
...and it hasn't even begun
to settle in where I'm sure
mountains were lined
along the shore: the monotony
of calling every wave
a battle, every grain of sand
a world waiting to be counted
and thrown to the swell,
crashing universes pushed
aside one sunken footprint
after another
...and it hasn't even begun
to settle in where I'm sure
mountains were lined
along the shore: the monotony
of calling every wave
a battle, every grain of sand
a world waiting to be counted
and thrown to the swell,
crashing universes pushed
aside one sunken footprint
after another
December 21, 2025 at 11:19 AM
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still, I love you
from a distance
silent as a wish
waiting
in the belly of the well
from a distance
silent as a wish
waiting
in the belly of the well
November 25, 2024 at 7:51 PM
still, I love you
from a distance
silent as a wish
waiting
in the belly of the well
from a distance
silent as a wish
waiting
in the belly of the well
December 21, 2025 at 11:06 AM
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Love curls around us
like the amorphous strands
of coffee steam
A glorious nourishing calm
To be perfectly at ease
with one another
is not too brook no conflict
but to allow time do some of
the heavy lifting in working
through to a space where your
latest fight seems ludicrous
to you both
#vss365
like the amorphous strands
of coffee steam
A glorious nourishing calm
To be perfectly at ease
with one another
is not too brook no conflict
but to allow time do some of
the heavy lifting in working
through to a space where your
latest fight seems ludicrous
to you both
#vss365
December 21, 2025 at 10:54 AM
Love curls around us
like the amorphous strands
of coffee steam
A glorious nourishing calm
To be perfectly at ease
with one another
is not too brook no conflict
but to allow time do some of
the heavy lifting in working
through to a space where your
latest fight seems ludicrous
to you both
#vss365
like the amorphous strands
of coffee steam
A glorious nourishing calm
To be perfectly at ease
with one another
is not too brook no conflict
but to allow time do some of
the heavy lifting in working
through to a space where your
latest fight seems ludicrous
to you both
#vss365
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#OurPoetryx #transcribe #haiku #writingcommunity
Somewhere between head
And the clumsy sausage hand
Magic always dies
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
Somewhere between head
And the clumsy sausage hand
Magic always dies
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
December 20, 2025 at 11:33 AM
#OurPoetryx #transcribe #haiku #writingcommunity
Somewhere between head
And the clumsy sausage hand
Magic always dies
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
Somewhere between head
And the clumsy sausage hand
Magic always dies
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
Humble homes each with
their hatred of junk mail
formalized in writing put out
their meagre gardens
for the birds and the bees
and two weathered cats
who keep each other at a
respectful distance
#vss365
their hatred of junk mail
formalized in writing put out
their meagre gardens
for the birds and the bees
and two weathered cats
who keep each other at a
respectful distance
#vss365
December 20, 2025 at 11:29 AM
Humble homes each with
their hatred of junk mail
formalized in writing put out
their meagre gardens
for the birds and the bees
and two weathered cats
who keep each other at a
respectful distance
#vss365
their hatred of junk mail
formalized in writing put out
their meagre gardens
for the birds and the bees
and two weathered cats
who keep each other at a
respectful distance
#vss365
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We won’t speak of those arctic winds.
I don’t need to make sense of it.
All I want is to lie in our poetry,
breathing its wild mystery that loosens my footing,
then teaches me to stand.
Stay with me in our special place,
with honey on the air and Oshun’s necklace warm between us.
#poem
📷 Pixabay
I don’t need to make sense of it.
All I want is to lie in our poetry,
breathing its wild mystery that loosens my footing,
then teaches me to stand.
Stay with me in our special place,
with honey on the air and Oshun’s necklace warm between us.
#poem
📷 Pixabay
December 19, 2025 at 10:14 PM
We won’t speak of those arctic winds.
I don’t need to make sense of it.
All I want is to lie in our poetry,
breathing its wild mystery that loosens my footing,
then teaches me to stand.
Stay with me in our special place,
with honey on the air and Oshun’s necklace warm between us.
#poem
📷 Pixabay
I don’t need to make sense of it.
All I want is to lie in our poetry,
breathing its wild mystery that loosens my footing,
then teaches me to stand.
Stay with me in our special place,
with honey on the air and Oshun’s necklace warm between us.
#poem
📷 Pixabay
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The spark strikes
In the dark behind the ribs
All heat and no light
The hands become a question
That only the skin can answer
A fevered reach
That mistakes the hunger
For the feast
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
In the dark behind the ribs
All heat and no light
The hands become a question
That only the skin can answer
A fevered reach
That mistakes the hunger
For the feast
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
December 20, 2025 at 2:13 AM
The spark strikes
In the dark behind the ribs
All heat and no light
The hands become a question
That only the skin can answer
A fevered reach
That mistakes the hunger
For the feast
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
In the dark behind the ribs
All heat and no light
The hands become a question
That only the skin can answer
A fevered reach
That mistakes the hunger
For the feast
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#writing
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
December 20, 2025 at 8:48 AM
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November 30, 2025 at 1:24 AM
In gratitude both to giants and those who stood on their shoulders for forging this world of wonder - we play in your long-cast shadow
#vss365
#vss365
December 19, 2025 at 3:23 PM
In gratitude both to giants and those who stood on their shoulders for forging this world of wonder - we play in your long-cast shadow
#vss365
#vss365
December 19, 2025 at 9:15 AM
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December 18, 2025 at 4:47 AM
December 18, 2025 at 9:48 AM
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Time draws lines with light
Always wandering onwards
Brown hares chase down dusk
#Dailyhaikuprompt #Haiku
Always wandering onwards
Brown hares chase down dusk
#Dailyhaikuprompt #Haiku
December 15, 2025 at 11:20 AM
Time draws lines with light
Always wandering onwards
Brown hares chase down dusk
#Dailyhaikuprompt #Haiku
Always wandering onwards
Brown hares chase down dusk
#Dailyhaikuprompt #Haiku
You say I waste my life
in bed but I have no regrets
O but give me dreams, sleep goddess!
From flying over the paddies of my youth and dining with friends in a labyrinth with beautiful music yet somehow all making sense
Even the Phoenix whose golden-scaled embers glow long after I'm awake
#vss365
in bed but I have no regrets
O but give me dreams, sleep goddess!
From flying over the paddies of my youth and dining with friends in a labyrinth with beautiful music yet somehow all making sense
Even the Phoenix whose golden-scaled embers glow long after I'm awake
#vss365
December 18, 2025 at 9:28 AM
You say I waste my life
in bed but I have no regrets
O but give me dreams, sleep goddess!
From flying over the paddies of my youth and dining with friends in a labyrinth with beautiful music yet somehow all making sense
Even the Phoenix whose golden-scaled embers glow long after I'm awake
#vss365
in bed but I have no regrets
O but give me dreams, sleep goddess!
From flying over the paddies of my youth and dining with friends in a labyrinth with beautiful music yet somehow all making sense
Even the Phoenix whose golden-scaled embers glow long after I'm awake
#vss365
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December 16, 2025 at 7:09 AM
My brother declares
one of my memories
as his and we argue
until we both become
confused by the malleable
past, and have to text Mum
for the answer
#vss365
one of my memories
as his and we argue
until we both become
confused by the malleable
past, and have to text Mum
for the answer
#vss365
December 16, 2025 at 12:10 PM
My brother declares
one of my memories
as his and we argue
until we both become
confused by the malleable
past, and have to text Mum
for the answer
#vss365
one of my memories
as his and we argue
until we both become
confused by the malleable
past, and have to text Mum
for the answer
#vss365