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Your #vss365 #prompt for Feb 9 is #bones

"...a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool."

T. S. Eliot

#9

#FromOneLine 405 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 : The question repeated itself #FromOneLine 405 #prompt

#FromOneLine 405

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 :

The question repeated itself

#FromOneLine 405 #prompt

#vss365 #poetry
#📸 stock photo

Forget-me-knots grow
In the footprints
You left behind

They know
Every year Spring, springs
From the path of your yesterdays #ghost

Zig-Zag Words Some of you may remember the FromOneLine If I were a house anthology, which was published in November 2022 and has been raising money for projects which help the homeless and those in need. This ye…

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FromOndine If I were a cat. Submissions are open until Feb 28th. You are welcome to submit up to 3 pieces of writing/artwork for the same opening line : If I were a cat.. All profits from this anthology will go to help Ziggy (a cat with cerebellar hypoplasia) and his fellow felines (most of whom are blind). SUBMISSIONS OPEN FEBRUARY 2026 GUIDELINES, T&Cs : WWW.KOBAYAASHI.CO.UK Photo of Tilly and Ziggy

FromOneLine - If I were a cat... anthology is now open for submissions.

Please keep your writings/artwork private and unpublished until after the anthology is officially published. Full guidelines, T&Cs can be found here : www.kobayaashi.co.uk/submissions

#FromOneLine #cats

he couldn't be found
no matter what she tried the
mold always shattered

#FromOneLine 404 #prompt #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #haiku

“Have you seen Sir, Miss Davenport?”

“He couldn’t be found, Hargreaves.”

“I didn’t say he was lost. I was just asking if you’ve seen him.”

“How dare you insinuate that I’ve done something abhorrent to him… again, Hargreaves. If I had feelings, I’d cry.”

#FromOneLine

He Couldn’t Be Found He couldn’t be found there was no one there of course, decades spent as a conduit, fitting in, nothing more than an empty people pleaser. His coffin felt hollow, the eulogy generic but scrupulously polite, the few dutiful faces realised only then he had successfully managed to navigate an almost entirely ripple-less life.

Hullo @fromoneline.bsky.social #fromoneline and to the marvellous Meg!
#poetry

…and a Bird head from
multi colored construction paper.
You flapped your arms,
pretending to fly.
In retrospect I admire your creativity
and indulgence of a younger cousin.
You made a magical place
in a sad childhood.
The Banks had Mary Poppins
and I had Dawn.
2/2

#FromOneLine #398
When there were clouds
and we were young
You invented the Bird family
whose home was a castle
in the sky obscured by clouds.
Part of me knew it was
only a story and I loved you
all the more for its creation.
Paulie Bird gave me a ring
and you made feathered wings…
1/2

#FromOneLine 404

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…disintegrated an entire family.
Who carried a dark secret?
Had he been killed?
Had he been kidnapped to be
raised by another family?
They never found out.
A cold case.
He had no grave.
A life uncelebrated but
not forgotten.
2/2

#FromOneLine #404
He couldn’t be found.
His family fell apart.
His parents divorced.
His father hung himself.
His mother raised his siblings,
though she distanced herself.
He was the ghost child in their family,
though it was his sisters and brother
who were ghosted.
One disappearance…
1/2

He couldn’t be found because he was never lost. He was an unmade path. A song at the edge that you could hum but never put words to. He was a sigh at the end of a long day. A familiar book that gathers dust but always knows that it is loved. He was never a question.

#fromoneline 404

he couldn't be found
when he looked himself
in the eye
#FromOneLine #poetry #poetrycommunity

twas a minute past seven
when there was a knock at the door
a masked individual
with an unruly posse
no warrant in hand
no law of the land
just uneducated
rhetoric parroted from
a leader in the oval office

#fromoneline 402

twas two minutes past seven
and an innocent lay dead
on the threshold of his home
smoking gun in the hand
of another masked man.

#fromoneline 402

i was born in the snow
many winters ago
behind the wreckage
of a gypsy caravan
broken rear axle
free spinning wheel
moonlight kaleidoscope
flickered o'er scene
as kicking and screaming
i would be first seen

#fromoneline 403

He couldn't be found
Though I searched and searched
Maybe he didn't want to be
Woe is me
Unsteady heartbeat
Wondering why
Tears dried up
Forgotten to cry
Story of my life
Still I go on
Only thing I know
Life's a big con

#FromOneLine

He couldn't be found
an #odd #revelation
he sees in the #mirror
a once #regaled sensation
Father Time's #corrupt he gives a peek
then grabs it back a cruel streak
#protect ur #soul
or #perish it will
I check in on mine still
#FromOneLine
#inkmine
#2wordprompt
#emoetry
#vssdaily
#vss365
#WIPSnips

Where there were clouds,
massive ink blots loom.

Where people once stood,
there is the chill of empty space.

Where words once clustered,
there is only sparseness.

Where rain once fell,
arid lands spread,
clasping like hands.

#fromoneline
#wheretherewereclouds

@fromoneline.bsky.social

He couldn’t be found,
the search went on.
Into the mist,
drawn ever deeper,
down paths and crevices,
ancient and new.

They listened for signs,
followed fading trails,
until darkness descended;
hope thinned and paled,
the last ember burned out
in silence.

@fromoneline.bsky.social
#fromoneline

He couldn't be found
in the usual places
where lost #souls repose

So his spiritual reclamation
would have to be
one of remote salvation
in a holy absentee
sense of redemption

Fortunately
the tech savvy pilgrim
can link with the Lord
and be saved
for a price

#fromoneline #vss365 #poetry #poem

He couldn't be found in deserts nor forests. His dwellings were caves in macro space. He moved on alternative paths, withholding that secret method from the scripts he couldn't prevent. Hermits were too oft disturbed to be truly hermit. An Exceptional apprentice found him.

#fromoneline 404

He couldn't be found,
There, then gone without a sound,
Taken by the wind.
#FromOneLine #Prompt404 #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@fromoneline.bsky.social
@megwaf.bsky.social

He couldn't be found there
in the depths of my dream,
though I searched
and searched for him

yet I knew he
was hidden somewhere,
just past the place
where my hands
could touch

then I awoke
and he wasn't
there either

he was nowhere—

nowhere at all
that I
could reach him.

#FromOneLine 404

#vss365 #soul #fromoneline #poetry

He couldn’t be found,
We looked high and low,
In the square,
In the round,
Where on earth,
Did he go?

Where’s his body?
We need his soul.
Go ask everybody,
We need it,
Broken,
Or whole.
—GoRhyme

FromOndine If I were a cat. Submissions are open until Feb 28th. You are welcome to submit up to 3 pieces of writing/artwork for the same opening line : If I were a cat.. All profits from this anthology will go to help Ziggy (a cat with cerebellar hypoplasia) and his fellow felines (most of whom are blind). SUBMISSIONS OPEN FEBRUARY 2026 GUIDELINES, T&Cs : WWW.KOBAYAASHI.CO.UK Photo of Tilly and Ziggy

FromOneLine - If I were a cat... anthology is now open for submissions.

Please keep your writings/artwork private and unpublished until after the anthology is officially published. Full guidelines, T&Cs can be found here : www.kobayaashi.co.uk/submissions

#FromOneLine #cats

i was born in the snow
neath a december moon
borealis kissed the air
i first breathed in

they call me cold hearted, frigid

yet with my own hands
i create beauty like snowflakes
unique and precious no matter
how temporary they seem

i do not need to be warm
to love another deeply

#FromOneLine 403

I Was Born In The Snow I was born in the snow, in the howling treeless steppe of deceits, just a mere scintilla of a lie, then over time made my way down the slippery scree into your valley of shadows and slyness where unnoticed, I quietly fattened. Now I’m ready to head-butt truth to serve the many, not the good. You’ve occasionally beckoned me in, to bleat for you, to fill the gap, when made aware all kept stock of honesty had already been hung out and mercilessly slaughtered.

Hullo @fromoneline.bsky.social #fromoneline and to #Iwasborninthesnow