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over an image of spilling ink, this design states: Weekly Prompt: BROOD, SHOOK, GIST, RISK, DISSONANCE, GIFT use the prompt words, or their evocation in an original write please credit art & photos combo prompts welcome post with the hashtag #inkMine

mining some ink? spill it
#prompts Mon August 18, 2025

Weekly #Prompt - BROOD SHOOK GIST RISK DISSONANCE GIFT

post with hashtag: #inkMine

from the setting sun
she squeezes the last bits
of summertime —
golden, orange, carmine red
keepsakes for the coming fall

#tanka #poetry #inkMine

squeeze me in amongst
your tchotchke, your bric-a-brac
your obsession horde
your sentimental elf shelf
collect me, forget me not

-R
8/15/25

#prompt #squeeze #inkMine
#tanka #poetry #poem #micropoetry

Weaving War Torn Men She finds brothers transformed white swan bodies where men should be // Their sister gathers nettle stems; thorns pierce her tender skin. She spins fibers into threads // her fingers raw, bleeding—- Weaving shirts by moonlight bomb haze // never speaking a single word…Her devotion will set them free.

mining some ink? spill it
@inkmine.bsky.social
#prompts August 11 #devotion

Weaving War Torn Men

She finds brothers transformed
white swan bodies where men
should be // Their sister gathers nettle stems; thorns pierce her tender skin. ⤵️

#Prompters #Poetry #art
#arw-raw w/ #artissttree

This is a black and white portrait I took of Luno the Tabby, my handsome feral rescue cat. When I photograph in the forest, he watches over me. The most handsome protector I could ever hope for. Once he stepped into the light, I couldn't help but take this shot. The way the grass lit up around him as he approached, what a striking figure he struck before the old weathered fence and the soft swaying trees.

✨️🌿🐈‍⬛🌿✨️

Luno

Stalking far-flung lands
Sassy meadow wanderer
Heals my heart pieces

#BlueSkyArtShow #Pieces
#EastCoastKin
#InkMine Sassy

#Haiku #俳句 #Micropoetry #Caturday #BlueSkyCats #CatsofBlueSky #Photography #ClassicMono #WolfTwin

I assure myself
my deep loneliness won’t last
I #squeeze my own hand
yes, now I know I’m still there
my heart, soul, sings out for more

#inkMine #tanka #poetry

Friday fish n chips -
happily, all that's left:
a squeezed lemon.

#inkMine prompt: squeeze
ten words #haiku #senryu 🐟🍟

soft powder blue sky
sun turns to rain turns to hail
Change is the true god

#vss365 #InkMine #Poetry #Haiku #AmWriting #WritingCommunity

When diamond lit stars
Fill the night sky
When you're floating on the currents of a dream
Take my hand and fly with me
A cosmic adventure awaits
Let my love lead the way
I promise with me
You'll never be alone

#LoveLetters
#Amatory
#EFAugust
#InkMine
#FairytalePoets

And I remain lost
traveling one road
then the next

finding no substance

no breeze nor light

only the crippling erosion
of hope and bone

with an effigy
to touch and squeeze

remixing faded memories
of your voice

#inkMine #poem

Man sitting blindfolded in a war zone with a spotlight shining on him from above

Lying Oracle
Squeezing decay out of view
Abject ignorance

#vss365 #InkMine #BlueSkyRelay #DailyHaikuPrompt

The old man cranked the battered squeeze box, its wheezing notes drifting across the foggy square. A mechanical monkey in a frayed vest danced on the cobblestones, bowing for coins with uncanny precision. No one noticed the shadows creeping from the alleyways.

#Inkmine

Weathered sandstone north of Christmas Beach, Herald Island. There are swirls and whorls and striations and pock marks in the rock formation. Colours of coral red, rust, orange, and creamy tan are thrown into a wonderful mix. I think I wore a '60s-style mod dress with a pattern like this when I was younger : )

𝐺𝑎𝑖𝑎
𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜
𝑠𝑤𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑜𝑛

#AbstractAug | #swirls
#inkMine | #squeeze
#photography
#hay(na)ku #sixword

Squeezing human hearts
upon examination.
Why do they surge back?
#inkmine #scifaikusaturday #haiku

In our continuous quest
to satisfy the perceived need
for peaceful coexistence
with the forces of ignorance
we looked the other way
when they put the #squeeze
on the rights
of the disenfranchised

Of course
it's historical precedence
they will some day
come after
we enablers of hate
#vss365 #inkmine

fog lifts at sunrise
finally out of the dream
birdsong fills the air

#Haiku #俳句 #poetry #inkmine

And he laughed, low and rich in the growing gloom.

It was the first time she ever heard him laugh.

He let his fevered hand cover hers, squeezing her fingers. She thought it felt too hot, but he always felt incandescent, febrile. But his skin is never flushed, never marred. #InkMine

summer dusk
squeezing the sunset
fireflies.
#SenryuSunday #inkMine #senryu

a man in a leather jacket is holding a baseball bat on his shoulder in the woods . ALT: a man in a leather jacket is holding a baseball bat on his shoulder in the woods .

After a while, we learned to spot infection at a glance.

They had a look of #abject... Despair? Confusion?

Whatever.

It wasn't really a #technical #method, OK?

Anyway, we shattered their skulls with clubs.

It was more #satisfying that way.

For us, I mean.

#vss365 #vssdaily #vssmagic #InkMine

Move along. This is not a cosmic celebration or devotion. We are a sassy bunch who kneel at the altar of words. 2 snaps up for delightful repartee. #inkMine #writingprrompts

For the #inkmine weekend prompt of #squeeze, I took a different path and dove into @daveashleypoet.bsky.social’s #Pantoum #challenge. The form repeats & folds, words circling back again & again, never quite letting go. Copyright (c) 2025 Eric Montgomery I close the gap, I crush, I bind, I tighten walls until they groan. I coax what hides, what’s kept behind, I claim the core and call it known. I tighten walls until they groan, I wring out whispers, pulse, and breath. I claim the core and call it known, I court the edge of life and death. I wring out whispers, pulse, and breath, I linger long, then I release. I court the edge of life and death, and leave the silence dressed in peace. I linger long, then I release, I coax what hides, what’s kept behind. I leave the silence dressed in peace, I close the gap, I crush, I bind.

For the #inkmine weekend prompt of #squeeze, I took a different path and dove into @daveashleypoet.bsky.social’s #Pantoum #challenge. The form repeats & folds, words circling back again & again, never quite letting go.

#poetry #writing #prompt #writingprompt #poetrycommunity

Squeeze – skin cracks, juices
Flow; sour, yellow, citrus.
Squeeze to start breakfast
#Haiku #InkMine #squeeze
#breakfast #orange juice

We are on the #move
our minds set free
lets #fascinate a world
that's lost in a dream
all is intriguing
nothing can be restrained
like a new born beast
that never will be trained
climbing up mountains
running through hills
screaming out loud
because boredom kills

#inkMine #wordedart #poetry

Shaking knees, cold breeze,
A muffled sneeze, one last squeeze,
Flees as the trees wheeze.
#inkMine #squeeze #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@inkmine.bsky.social

the perfect night
squeezing just enough limes
for another margarita
#inkMine

summer trip
I lose myself in the scent
of the second-hand bookstore

#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#fantaiku #scifaiku #sff
#2wordprompt #haikusaturday
#scifaikusaturday #senryusunday
#dailyhaikuprompt #summer #scent
#inkmine #blueskyrelay #booksky
#bspp #prompt 37 #fly #sky
#sherepoetry #offer #book

sommerausflug
ich verliere mich im duft
des antiquariats

#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#inkmine #fantaiku #scifaiku #sff
#haikusaturday #senryusunday
#dailyhaikuprompt #summer #scent
#sherepoetry #offer #booksky
#bspp #prompt 37 #fly #sky

published in haiku-heute
in section top-extra, august 2025

With a #sassy #hiss
I deliver my venom,
still holding a beaming smile,
each word a fang in your skin,
each drop telling you you’re vile-
I am the serpent that ruins your
Eden

#inkMine #wordedart #poetry

#InkMine
#wildwickedwords
#BdsmTales
#KinkPrompt
#VssColors
#OurPoetryX

The bully I poked
as the butt of a joke
did not appreciate
my sardonic humor

Not satisfied
with a physical #pummelling
of your bloodied narrator
he stuffed my carcass
in a dumpster
and lit it on fire

The moral of this tragedy

Always know your audience

#vss365 #inkmine #poetry