Processing trauma memories is one part of the recovery work (though often not as straightforward a part as many people assume)-- but challenging the sh*tty things trauma has conned & conditioned us into believing about ourselves is what long term recovery is ultimately about.
Mindful March - Day 13: Pause to just watch the sky or clouds for a few minutes today actionforhappiness.org/mindful-march #MindfulMarch
โPoetry offers a view on humanity, society and the world that is playful, contemplative, mysterious, questioning, and one that is often interested in giving readers the chance to hold several different ideas in our heads at the same time.โ
- Michael Rosen
writingforwellbeing.co.uk
#poetry
Old wounds grip the plow
turning stones into soft soil-
tomorrow learns bloom.
#dailyhaikuprompt#plow#perserverence
#emoetry#becoming๐ชจ๐
#haiku
crows
wary about
the daffodils
Within water, lies the truth of reflection.
#positiveripples
Smoke from the copper,
Curling into three sharp breaths,
The price, is the self.
๐ง โจ
#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #Grant #PoetrySky #MicroPoem #ThreeLines #Genie #Djinn #Wishes #FairyTales #Aladdin #Lamp
#haiku #senryลซ #senryu #poem #poetry
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Organizing thoughts
Filing away in locked drawers
But I lost the key
#haiku #senryu
Last word #escapes,
A broken, prophetic phrase,
"Death, rattles."
๐ ๐ช
#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #PoetrySky #MicroPoem #ThreeLines #DarkPoetry #DarkHaiku #Horrorku #Spooky #Scary #Skeleton
old-fashioned plow โ
looking back
the rustiness shows
#haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (plow)
tadpole memory -
a frog beneath the full moon
finding it's real voice ๐๐ธ
#haiku#frog#moon#dailyhaikuprompt
#writingcommunity#growth#potential
A tear in the sky,
Blue, bleeding into the void,
The horizon stands open.
๐ฎ ๐
#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #Gape #MicroPoem #ThreeLine #PoetrySky #Awe #TheVoid #Stunned #Universe #SpacePoem
Fingers stretch in air,
Hunting for solid shapes,
Grasping blindly.
โ๐ซ๏ธ
#WSS366 #DailyPrompt #Grasp #PoetrySky #MicroPoem #ThreeLines #Sightless #LostThoughts #Tactile #Searching
Thought I'd post a poem for International Women's Day. Hmm, what poems have I written about women? Here is 'Mermaid' from my collection The Burning Circus.
#poetry #poets #womensday #internationalwomensday #mermaid
Jolted out of my
Skin, my skeleton somehow
Just kept on running.
#emoetry #jolted #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
Never mind the prequel series, when are the BBC giving us The Miss Demeanours, with Nurse Crane and Ms Higgins, and are you writing it?
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๐ผ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐๐
๏ธตโฟ๏ธตสหฬฃฬฃฬฃอษใป๐๏ธใป สหฬฃฬฃฬฃอษโฟ๏ธตโฟ
#inkMine | #decadent
#tanka #poetry
Sheโs wearing her mistakes like a fiery shroud
A flame that flickers never bowed
But her heart still glows bright true
Mistakes couldn't dim the light she drew
In a teary river she didnโt drown
Rising high in her jewellery crowded crown
#vss365 #jewelry ๐ธ Miss Cosmo #poetry
This lโil fella is a gold amulet from Roman Egypt, possibly representing the Egyptian god Anubis as a defender of Osiris-Dionysus. He wears a military tunic and breastplate, signifying him as a defender of Osiris; he also holds a thyrsus of Dionysus, equated with Osiris. ๐บ 1/
๐ธ me #MetMuseum
I work well with others when they leave me alone
Choosing softness is one of the greatest displays of strength there is
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Poetry is a bird
perched lightly on the back
of all that is fickle
and dangerous in this world...
Searching for light,
Finding only milky glass,
The eye turns within.
๐ซ๏ธ ๐๏ธ
#WSS366 #Befogged #DailyPrompt #ThreeLines #PoetrySky #MicroPoem #Fog
catkins
on branchesโฆ
time standing still
#haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (catkin)
SMART and STAR
Your personal goals
You set the bar
For your own control
The language of
Manipulation managed
By institutional narrative
The investors advantage
#weirdmicro #InstitutionalNarrative
I can't stop thinking about the dedication on the first page of the book I just started reading.
#16wordpoem
in a specimen jar
even though she has the gentlest hands
she might remove your wings
Her love,
Torn and overcome
His Men,
Too late to stem the gouge
Or the tracks of fatal blood
He was dragged
An escort, without a cart
And nailed to the Castle's mort
Her rage,
Never turned to morn
Now fire, reigns forevermore #poetry #writing #blueskypoetry