Faded Romantic

You and I
we speak in a language
no one else understands
or even hears

#StreetArt by #ZURIK1 in #Guadeloupe

A measured distance,
yet something unseen moves through
two forms, one silence…

Whizz
Too fast moving
Jars me so
Stand silent
In the shadows
Timid & afraid
To let real feelings show
I felt a smile once
Capture me
Knock me sideways
Dart away
Inside maybe
Just tuck your knees
And go
I had to flee
Before she found
She followed me
Touch softly so
I know
#vss365

I keep you
in a special place
where my words
can always find you

Black and white photograph of summer monsoon clouds gathering over the desert mountains of Utah.

I have always loved the desert.

One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing.

Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry,
The Little Prince

[Summer monsoon clouds gathering over the desert mountains of Utah]

cold display light -
I miss the blue sky
of my youth

#dailyhaikuprompt
#senyrusunday
#senryu
#poetry

Elia Nedkov

I could not wish
for more
than you

rain at dusk~
the statue’s shoulders
growing darker

#haiku

"How empty of me, to be so full of you."

Sun faded, slowly, heat waned, slowly, I, dreamed, slowly. An elderly man walked down steps carefully, the Mother spoke, carefully and my favourite tree, strong and wise, held my aura, carefully. Grace often nestles between dusk and acceptance.

#photography #poetry

You know
I can strip you
naked
with my words

She moves according to the unseen mathematics of energy…

Most urgency is
just panic in a hurry.
Let it rest for five minutes.
See if it survives.

#musings

WORLD’S BLISS The men & women sang & played they sleep by singing, what shall I say of the most poignant on earth the most glamorous loneliest sought after people those poets wholly beautiful desolate aureate, death is a powerful instinctive emotion— but who would be released from a silver skeleton? gems & drinking cups—This skull is Helen—who would not be released from the Book of Knowledge? Why should a maiden lie on a moor for seven nights & a day? And he is a maiden, he is & she on the grass the flower the spray where they lie eating primroses grown crazy with sorrow & all the beauties of old—oh each poet’s a beautiful human girl who must die.

wholly beautiful

Alice Notley

You would look
divine
in my darkness

#poetry
It's true once, a time ago
You bled out my essence
In setting sun's embrace

A razor sharpened grin
As small patterns formed
Omens of my own doom

The message rang clear:
'Seek the path of entrails
For death becomes you'

A visceral awakening to
The black & red & white
That would consume me

#Photography Bernard Chevalier (2016), 'L'Amour'.

attic sketches appear
unclaimed reels linger
as grey tinged captions
claim the passage
confounded and spent
my impulses proceed
through the fire and passion
stoking the burnt offerings
left scratching their way
through the ash and lust
where noted desires played

#PoemsAbout #Spent

The thought
of you
being you
is poetry

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In the mirror

across the sky
she casts star clusters
the simmering moon looks on

#haikufeels #haiku

#BedroomEyesPrompt #isthisdlove #triolet #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@oldsoulprose.bsky.social
@southernjam.bsky.social

I see your name
and say it softly
aloud
I see your name
and cannot help
but smile

hesitant spring
bringing just a bit of yellow
to everything
#haiku #dailyhaikuprompt

My painting TIDAL WETLANDS

His and Hers. Not sure if it’s clear which side of the sink is mine. #oilpainting #art

I see you
and I want you
simple cause
and effect

Sky is tense and grey,
yet the rain keeps falling down,
blithe in its descent

#emoetry #tense #haiku #writing #writingcommunity #micropoetry