Rachel

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across a meadow-
a tiny log cabin waits
longing for a hat

#dailyhaikuprompt #prompt #meadow

Good luck!

Today’s #poetry #prompt:

Yesterday my doc told me to start taking a supplement and it made me wonder, what do you wish came in pill form?

#mpprompt
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#vssdaily #prompt

The #museum hummed like a time machine with cleats. In Cooperstown, where pine and leather hung in the air, I wandered the halls alone. Gloves stirred. Stats whispered. And Bob Sheppard’s voice echoed softly, calling a game from beyond the glass.

#microlit #writing

They were loud & it was considered rude not to answer the phone, but I think people didn't ring during mealtimes or after 10pm. Unwritten rules.

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Line by line.
Breathe by breath.
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That's really complimentary. Thank you.

I stopped using Amazon in February. It was a lot easier than I thought.... I had just got lazy.

No-one
reads books
anymore
the world's dead
she clicks
enter
purposeful
pinch of salt
book silent

#Poetry

The atmosphere at the corners
of my mind
droops,
the spaces inbetween
darkening perceptibly.

Something in the chest
just a little bit
off.

This is your
absence.

I think beaches in summer are darkly surreal, slightly insidious like a transient carnival atmosphere.

Prompt 95 Frayed Timbre Lull Close your eyes, and let the words lead you. What do they make you see...feel... Now, write about it. I want to Challenge you! DO NOT use the words in your piece. Post your original work to #SenseWrds, along with prompt number. No combo prompts, please.

Behind wardrobe doors
Crinkles
Ironed out, Held
Within careless tucks
Wait hushed
To emerge
Concentrated
Along folds, Clinging
To skin
Heart-sores

#SenseWrds Prompt 95

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Crowded beach

🙋‍♀️ I avoid the beach in summer.
This pic is why I don't go to the beach in July and August. No personal space....at all.

You sell Australia so well.😂

#FromOneLine 381 Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point! Start your poem/vss with the opening line : They were having too much fun #FromOneLine 381 #prompt

#FromOneLine 381

Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!

Start your poem/vss with the opening line :

They were having too much fun

#FromOneLine 381 #prompt

Sand dunes inside. This is so random. 😂

I missed you on Friday, I try to give feedback as I know how helpful I find it.

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quietly devastating & deeply effective. Absence, inheritance, & the fragility of memory. The juxtaposition of physical remnants—film fragments, broken jewellery, —with the intangible “extra 0.5%” is particularly striking. The shift from fading presence to your own impermanence is poignant.

Wow, so much power built in tenderness.

"What We Tend" by Meridith Allison @merhere.bsky.social

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"You can only fight a tyrant where your feet touch the ground..."

From: "Record of #Dissent: #Poems of #Protest in an #Authoritarian Age" thechaossectionpoetryproject.com/record-of-di...

I remember you wanted feedback. 😊 As a reader, it works, but yes, assembling and cutting is the hard part for me!

This sounds fascinating.

Course I'm panicking everyone else is asleep. 😂

Thank you. I appreciate your comment as i have a tendency to want to tell the story, a fear of being vague & obscure, so this is great to hear

hobbies like scrapbooking things we should never say out loud to stay here where borders are mine with these walls five doors wooden floors my own goddamned record collection it would be easier wouldn't it tear your pictures down rip your name from my phone erase the voicemails take a pen knife to the diary set it on fire let it burn right here in my kitchen sink i know this story already how to write it in advance keepsakes reminders just rehearsal for leaving or losing you what are borders anyway if not boundaries— if not love built too late

This week, I'm contributing "hobbies like scrapbooking things we should never say out loud" to #PoemsAbout #Keepsakes.
Thanks to host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and at @thebrokenspine.co.uk. And thanks to all of the other writers.

Deeply effective in your use of spare, confessional language conveying emotional volatility and restraint.
The shift to short, emphatic lines like “my / own / goddamned / record / collection”—mirrors the internal fragmentation & determination.
Closing lines philosophically quiet, an unresolved loss.

Thank you. It's the most painful personal piece I've ever shared. Thankfully, the black dog has been in the cupboard for years, but I still sense him behind me.