Just a Silvia

#emoetry #unassertive

Sweet, she was a real lady.

Such a brilliant idea... Little intricate....

Oh, i am...just not tenacious!😅

Problem is before you know they talk you into it 😁😂

The fatal eggs, Heart of a dog, both deeply criticising under fiction the ignorance of the regime, also A Young Doctor's Notebook is good ( a recenr TV miniseries adapted it and it was dark and good).

Something like that, definitely...

#wildwalkprompt #spider #poem #madrigal #liar

I think we all have had that very toxic liar in out lives at some point.

But AB+ is called golden blood...hence my joke...

He saves AB+
for special nights, aged like wine,
his Sangue d’Oro.

(this is an arzigogolo)

all poems were images
that remained unseen

until that one poet
saw that one thing

that one day

#vss365 #unseen

Of all words, one glows
cellar door, soft on the tongue,
opens into dream.

Finding my way in
A self-inflicted fugue, the
Fog is not helping.
#vssdaily #fog #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

Closer, or further?
Ask the dawn who greets and grieves
night with every breath.

#emoetry #tenacious

Tenacious
is what I am not.
Tenderness
pervades my fibers
gently unraveling,
like threads
foolishly woven
like a past time,
on a bored night,
with sand
and water.

Fog

The fog takes
everything there is to take,
prisoners
of its soft and poisonous embrace.

Only the antennas on the roofs,
like masts of distant ships,
remind us
of what we were
when we still knew
how to dream
with sea in the eyes
and did not care
for nothing else.

Thank you, needed to homage something beautiful.✨️

Think it's my favourite one. Read it many times, watched every visual adaptation of it. It's so layered, so many themes in it. One of my comfort places. And Bulgakov is a great writer. 😊

So sad to see you go, my friend,
Umbrage owed, yet not the end,
Nocturnal blessings on your road,
Lit from within, a lightened load,
If all goes well, you'll come back,
The sunlight defining the cracks.
#acrosticpoem #writing #writingcommunity

For Sunlit, who was my first friend here 🙏💚✨️

Master locked away, witch asks no grace, devil pours peace for doomed lovers.

A superpower indeed 😁

Someone left his heart
like candy on iron ribs
too soft for the world.

I like free 😁😁😁

Rain Vapidly writing, Words endlessly writhing, The lines cross, they don't calm down, They don't appease. The cure, it seems, Becomes disease. In storms of thought, Our minds entwine, Seeking peace in chaos, A quiet line. Yet the cure we seek Turns cruel in disguise, Whispering secrets Beneath moonlit skies. A fragile heart, Caught in a web unseen, Hoping for solace In a place serene. Lies we tell ourselves, To think we hold something true, When all along, It slips Like rain Right through... Those sacred words we never knew.

#emoetry #sacred

I had one of my moments... just very tired and a bit drained. And remembering Elliott Smith's death - even if i should be happy people as sensitive as him exist added to it. Nothing's wrong 😅.

A quiet guitar sighs He cast his own soul just as People cast shadows.

Misery does love
Company, a macabre wish
To sink down further.
#OurPoetryX #Macabre #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social

YouTube video by rossangeles Elliott Smith "Miss Misery"

Sometimes she doesn't ... Will she even miss us?
youtu.be/zH8-lQ9CeyI?...