moniker

In all literature
I find a caricature.
It's literally me!

#vss365 #literature #senryu

After @wolftwinthomas.bsky.social posted their poem:

'rusted swing set-
the wind
keeps trying childhood'

I can't stop mining moments from my own #childhood and turning them into poems: #vss365 #micropoetry #blueskypoet #poetrycommuntiy #poetry

Glad to be here! Among very cool people! ^^

Page of Diane di Prima's "Loba" with the poem: SONG OF THE DREAM-WOLVES they are coming, the jackals they are coming, the jackals to eat elephant-meat two days ripe, it is the way they like it, it is it is sweet it is two days ripe it is the leavings of wolves it is the ripened wolf-feast

The cover of Diane di Prima's "Loba".

From Diane di Prima's "Loba"

I've been slightly obsessed with reading her recently and wanted to share a little ^^

No repair, no undoing.
Only the slow returning
to a self that no longer hides
from being seen.

#SenseWrds #prompt No. 143 #poetry #writing #blueskypoetry #writingprompts #skywriters

declarative and trembling the body follows its own laws— blood boils, flesh weakens, hearts sink, skin thins, and the weight slips from the shoulders.

declarative and trembling is inspired by the following prompt words:
#outraged
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social‬

#law
@youngliz.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social

#catharsis
@telaranrhiod.bsky.social
#BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social

My word is not #law.
No,
lower the threshold.

If you shall not follow,
yes,
the word I bestow,

perchance, you'd blow,
maybe,
this chance to catch

my flow and
I dunno
if that's much.

#vss365

Thank you ^^

*queries. Dunno how that slipped in there

My #language is languid
I don't have wordly worries
I don't carry quaries
No, I meander with many
tongues, stories, have follies
admittedly je ne sais quoi
don't remember their faces
what use or abuse
arouse they may senses
words are first to go
when sculpting verses
now pauses
are precious

#vss365

So the coral reefs are dead
– you said as conversation starter
I know I heard it's horrible–
I say with strained laughter.
(Why follow these news?
Why discuss issues?)
We all feel the loss
of something precious.
We're all sad for the turtles...
Have you seen that tiktok?
It's #famous...

#vss365

The sacred ground
tremored in fear.
The scared now ground
felt a foe appear.
Was it a stampede?!
A giant centipede?!
Whatever it was,
it ground to a halt,
just as the ground
was about to bolt,
but before ground gave in
it thankfully bailed,
so feeling steady
the ground exhaled.

#blueskyrelay

💅 slay 😝

#Domestic was a domain
Juno felt hers in every way

from domestic ignorant bliss
to domestic vitriolic spat

as such she'd never need
ask Vesta 'bout any of that

let sister look for the hearth
while Juno searched for a heart

#vss365

Perfectly captured 👏👏👏

🤣 Brilliant!

I've been posting poetry for a year and I haven't run into any problems. Kind people all around. Some AI accounts posing as poets sadly, but for the most part the bluesky culture seems to be blocking or muting the accounts you dislike, not being mean to them. ^^

Brill! I sniff it! ^^

I remember you already were doing a prompt for your podcast and I sadly never got around to writing for any of them, was running behind on listening to it... I'd do my best to participate more if you made a new regular prompt ^^

Thank you Eric!

Fantastic prompts!!! Just the thing to get me writing ^^

All Hallow's seeped in tradition
We wept & wallowed in its stern gravity,
visited blurrily tombstones of far family
like train stations, ringing by
thru the hollow hour, passersby
heard announcements of delay
no sainthood reached today,
but a discount on cemetery candles

#blueskyrelay

"calm,
eureka,
gasp"

all's already been tried, can't
reinvent haikus

I'm afraid to pop
your #creature comforts bubble,
but hippos don't speak

#vss365

All the photos depict trees with brightly coloured yellow and orange leaves.

Visited my grandma's brother,
dead at one year old.
Forest path that leads here
never feels cold,
the bright colours of Autumn
welcome in their fold.

I often think, my grandma
to her devoted eye
Would any of these
be the colour of goodbye?

#blueskyrelay

Nowadays it's very easy
to be an evil witch.
That which cackles at
poor jokes.
Doing work for them are
dim cauldrons
with character stains
brewing nasty plots
calling kettles pots
they fed the dark
even pristine ones harken
and start to bark
"I want to leave a mark!"
How dim n dumb!

#blueskyrelay

Beautifully vivid. I love the wordplay here ^^

Beset by your eyes
like a deadly #ray
bested by words
you do not say
besotted with fear
I feel I'm near
a beast that's about
to have its way...

#vss365

#ocsky
Drew a #dndoc that I will be playing in a oneshot by @monikerpoems.bsky.social !

Niharika - an Aasimar mask maker, who fell out of her divine ancestor's favor as she supported her former lover's strive for lichdom. Having trapped Isalija's soul inside a mask, she now seeks absolution.

I search the attic
for memory banks
her voice in the static
of old cassette tapes
the comfort touch
of remembrance
galleries of photos
demonic red eyes
on dead devices
with buttons scrubbed
by benign silhouettes
I search memories
in libraries left here
marveling at her
my own happiness
#blueskyrelay

Oh wow! I'm honored ^^