Me

A sweet tanka I wrote for a poetry contest.

i’ve always had a
fondness for the ashen skies,
where clouds kiss the hills;
you can taste their bitter chill
and drift to where shadows hum.

#tanka #poetry #poem #writingcommunity #blueskypoetry #blueskypoets #poetrycommunity #vss365 #poet #amwriting

Huh. I think we made 56° today.

And to you, too.

Why do I always pick character names that are a PIA to capitalize when typing?

I so want to quit my job... but i like to eat and have internet.

Sigh.

On to the writing portion of my day...

Sees ya later folks! 😎

Ah, I look at my vss/prompt writes as one-offs. Some will work. Others won't. It's all brain exercise. Like running sprints works different muscles than running a mile. I never would've thought different with fruit or orb. It's a good write!

at this point growing back my tail and returning to the sea appears to be the only option

#blueskyrelay

Her face
Wet with rain
She scrambled
Through the woods
A forest glen
Appeared
A beam of sunlight
Breaking the clouds
She swallowed the sun
Her voice
In the static
Rang out
Prescribed
And hollow
Much as she felt
And rested
Upon my shoulder
I gathered it in

#hervoiceinthestatic

I'm with Katya...lol

#emoetry

Mired
In commitment
The needs
Of a disabled child
And a lifetime
Of second-hand
Dysfunction
She slipped
#defeated
Through the sieve
Caught in random
Bits
By strangers
Hoping to fill
A hole or two
She'd never
Be whole again
The tatters
We're too frayed
And no one
Could ever care
That much

I have trouble with endings. In a novel I can work my way up to the climax and build the ending. I guess I'm too wordy.

Happy birthday 🎂

We've all heard a car or two in our time revving engine at an inappropriate hour of the day, right?

But have you ever been woken by a f'king boat at 5 a.m.?

Cheeseandrice

#vss365

I was born
At night
A singular #ray
Of moonlight
Shone
Upon me
Dark matter
A focal length
Beyond me
I embraced
The call
Even within
My tiny soul
Memorizing
All the quick sand
In the galaxies
A penchant
For photographic
Accuracy
Encoded
In my cells
A message
To the kidnappers

I have never seen someone stealing food and I expect I never will.

Wish I could write short stories...I could crank those suckers out. The endings do me in.

I'm at 7k words for the day. Seems like enough.

Mine, too...lol.

My early twenties I lived in London working as an architect. There are weekends that are pretty much a blur. Guy Fawkes night we were invited to an estate. I woke up in a chair in some room the next morning. It was wild the amount of alcohol that was consumed.

I rarely drink either. 1 is pretty much my limit if I do...but there have been a few times.

Shh...I'm writing.

My genius lied. Said she loved dogs when she's terrified of them and has been greeted by a pack of fifteen dogs. 😂

True enough.

Yeah, there's no way to answer all the questions. Readers fill things in so fast and that's part of the magic of reading. Best to keep it vague unless it moves the plot line.

2 drinks: chatty as a 6 year old girl

3 drinks: asleep in the corner

4 drinks: 🤷 time traveler from 1988?

#vss365

I can #affirm
That the phrase
Silver and gold
Sounds
Less #awkward
Than
#argent and gold
That we have
More than one word
For the same
Thing
Speaks linguistically
To the importance
Of the subject
In our language
Thus ends
My talk
Thank you

#2wordprompt

Absolutely. I didn't catch it early enough to get down to the water unfortunately.

Trees silhouetted against a sunset of orange, red, purples, and blues

Sunset from the deck tonight. #Maine

Off to hunt for larch trees to cut today for foundation posts... getting them to the building site might be a fun obstacle.