Rachel Burrows

Old I know a few perfectly well elderly who can only look back, you know, the ones that forcefully reminisce at every point, as if they have a tilting mechanism which suddenly acts to cease their engagement with the current. These days I just think there’s something eminently sensible, even rather lovely in that. Enlightenment Stopped driving at a crossing, facing the other way: a packed city bus, the young crew-cut driver looked so serene, reminded me of a long-ago college visitor: a meditation demonstration from a Buddhist monk; both calmly following the prescribed path, each suitably unattached to their distracting internal chat.

Hullo @tomsnarsky.bsky.social #smallpoemsunday #poetry Thanks as always for your curating!

Joshua Seigal | Poems | Not a Care in the World

This poem will help spark off some discussions for #ChildrensMentalHealthWeek - it's about my own terrible anxiety when I was a kid. Too long to post in an image so I'm sharing the link to it on my website. 'NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD' www.joshuaseigal.co.uk/my-poems/not... feel free to share #BookSky

A poem for #ChildrensMentalHealthWeek, about overcoming fears and following passions. Poem is forthcoming in my new book, and also one of many FREE on my website: www.joshuaseigal.co.uk do feel free to share #BookSky #EduSky

That’s kind - and I’m not sure deserved! 😂 But thank you!

Wonderful - congratulations Peter!

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Thank you Stace - always appreciate your feedback! 😊

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The poetry of Rob Walton

Father Christmas giving Arius the Heretic a slap around the chops for speaking out of turn about Jesus. You can email me with your heresy poetry at sixty_odd@aol.com No - It really is Father Christmas - St Nicholas!

Sorry to jump on the #poemsabout hashtag, but I am thinking of putting out a selection of poems on the theme of heresy on the #SixtyOdd #Poets page on Sunday Feb 15th to commemorate Galileo's 462nd Birthday. Anyone want to send me anything? (email in alt text)

I’ve been quiet here, here’s why! Thank you to Liz Stirk (Insta lizstirkart) for all your amazing illustrations, time and support. ‘A Promise of Poems’ will be available soon!

From cover of The Seventh Quarry poetry review

Between Places. A poem by Paul Connolly. Published in the Lothlorien Poetry Review and The Seventh Quarry. BETWEEN PLACES Behold, the between-places places. There, in ballast screes, barbed-wire nestled, in wedges of intersecting railway line, plots of nowhere centre on Safestore like villages around a church. Yet they're forever edges even when we are inside them, ossuaries jam-packed with industrialisation's bits. Planning permission for Carpetright can't appease and domesticate these Lares. Kwikfit's scorched tyre offerings bless and fragrance this scapegoat ground. Night Watchmen turn perhaps to Crewe and pray for places where Platonic forms abort and scattered rents of things play peekaboo with memory. Stripped banality makes norms go loose. Who knows what rites the guards perform?

Delighted to find my poem Between Places alongside my great friends @stridermarcusjones.bsky.social @carmellapoetry.bsky.social & @pdevonald.bsky.social in @peterthabitjones.bsky.social’s brilliant magazine The Seventh Quarry @seventhquarrypress.bsky.social #poetrycommunity #poetsonbluesky

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After the “mouth” prompt

For #poemsabout #mouths here is a recent draft from January Writing hours. We looked at Mona Arshi’s wonderful work. Here is my response :
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Wonderful as ever!

Afternoon Friday
here’s my little throwaway’ poem
for #PoemsAbout #mouths
And thank you to @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk
#poems #poetry
hope everyone everywhere has a lovely weekend and stays dry from a very wet Sheffield 🛋️🦉

Great take Stace! I love the title too!

We will look back on this time and realise we came through it with poetry! Great write Merril!

Poem: Bide the Birds The headless-chicken-world lurches and stumbles, excreted lies foul the blooded snow, the ice remains un-melted. Every night, a crimson mouth swallows the day-- we wake, hope for phoenixes rising in scarlet, gold, and blue laying fresh eggs in green, served sunny side up.

This was another difficult challenge from #PoemsAbout #Mouths. Thank you, as always, to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Spitting spume and sacred fume - I love this. What a great write. And massive congratulations on the book! 🤩🥳😊

Three days after the hole reopened and astro-grass rugs lined a mouth of mud, and a hesitating coffin shone, gulping in its last light. Three days after the hired-driver’s mile-marker cough and that vaping workman with his too close shaking, fearful truck. Three days after such unseasonal sun lit a priest’s optimism and all that time you stood when it was done, rooted: taking up the casket’s shock.

Hullo @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk and to #poemsabout #mouths

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What a party! 😂 Thanks Merril!

Thank you Ann! 💚

Hoorah! Thanks Andy!

24 hours - 2 life stages, mating and death! Busy day! 😂