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Glass Blue Eyes

She remembered being small
wiping #ash from her face.
Years later when she knew,
learned she'd been hidden,
a child once more
she saw her mother's tears
floating toward her,
ephemeral
eternal
the memory of who we are.

#vss365 #prompt #ash

I know writen, recorded and libraried secrets that will never be digitized. Anyone else? Peace, Love, Duck.

#whistpr, #center
When the rages started, My Grandmother taught me that there was a calm place in me, in my #center, and she'd touch my chest and say "go there while the rages blow themselves out." Years later when I understood why I raged, I remembered something else she said, "He'll die soon."

The Leech A loser offering me a ride home On his motorcycle After a long shitty day. “I’ll just take you where you’re headed.” Honestly? It felt cool and it was fun, My heart bouncing like a cymbal. Til I realized I’d held on too long. And gave up too much. And I had other things I was supposed to be doing. What can I say? Rage has a certain charm.

A poem about over-reliance on anger.
#poetsofbluesky #poetry

#vss365 - #charm
#vssdaily - #cymbal

Heirlooms Amber jewels adorn me. I always admired how they shone On your dresser Back when I sat on the floor And you looked in the mirror To brush mascara on your thick lashes. “You have beautiful eyes.” People now tell me. “Thanks.” “I got them from my mom.”

A poem about glamour.

My submission for #poemsabout #glamour thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #mom

#dailyhaikuprompt
#soakedflurry

air becomes water
a boom so loud my heart shook
soaked in cooling rain

wind dances
a thousand white flakes
rooted I watch

#whistpr #fog

I knew a few years
before
he flew by in a blue convertable
and dissapeared
into the fog of time.

When I finally met him
no time had passed
and his eyes remembered
too.

When you see a bridge in a dream
think twice before you cross
especially if
there is fog
on the other side.

cormorants
shake off the sea's weight
turn my gaze skywards

#DailyHaikuPrompt (soaked)

Print in blue and white looking up to a large bird flying in tbe sky which is in a space between the canopy of a forest

'Breathing Space', etching by contemporary artist and printmaker  Janis Goodman #WomensArt

#NewMondayNewWeek ⚘️

A Peregrine Falcon stands with its back turned but glances over its shoulder with a fierce, unimpressed stare - as if someone just wished it a “Happy Monday” and it’s not having it. Its feathers are fluffed and its expression says: absolutely not.

When you hear "Happy Monday!" but you haven't had your coffee.

#MondayMotivation

📷 Peter Christian

Thank you. I thought it was kind of surprising.

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alone on the beach
the sound of the sand
in the morning wind

#haiku #poetry #grief

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🌀 Daily Microdose of Meaning

You blinked slower than usual.
He matched it. No training, no trick.

Some creatures don’t read faces.
They wait for stillness
and meet you there.

#SoftData #MicroFiction #DogSense #UnspokenBond #RealPresence

Wordle 1,510 3/6

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I hope so, but don't expect a warm welcome, because men in dresses and their handmaidens don't really care about womens rights.

I don't usually do polical here, but this one, to support the need for Lesbian spaces I absolutely support.
My mother lived her whole life afraid "someone" would find out and my son is seeing good old-fashioned homophobia on the rise again.

#IStandwithSallGrover #GiggleVTickle

A car with a license plate reading “GANDILF”. There are stickers of moon phases and runes, and a reference to Gandalf’s horse in the Lord of the Rings, Shadowfax

Gandalf the Grey Sweatpants

When you get into a mag that has published Margaret Atwood and EJ Pratt but *this* is your poem 😩 😂 💀

God bless the Trappists in Tarnie and the nuns at Chavanod.

They hid Jews in WW2 while fleeing across the border into Switzerland.

#dailyhaikuprompt, #haiku,

swimming a river
a volcano would cover
bump, bump, bump, salmon!

white and soft
drifts cover the wreckage
of our farm

swan on the water
glides past an old cathedral -
spiritual air

#Spiritual #haiku #haikupoem #575poem #haikupoetry #poetry #poem #haikufeels #blueskypoet #blueskypoetry #dailyhaikuprompt #haikusaturday #vss365 #vssdaily #senryu #haikuwriter

#poetry

From a distance

I watch you fight for your
integrity
your sanity
hoping the sun rises tomorrow
on your success.

My wounds are healing
the pain is less

and I remember
that you were not in your eyes.

But I can't come
any closer.

Ever.

Nnem…you are a good writer…

My family doesn’t really read my work. My mom used to, but that’s mostly it. I’m cool with it, used to it, understand it, am unbothered about it. 😌

That said, my auntie asked me to send her Death of the Author months ago.

Got this text from her this morning, 🥹:

grandmother's catch-all
onyx and ivory inlay
family heirloom

#vss365 #haiku #poetry

#dailyhaikuprompt, #haiku, #poetry, #smokeeggplant

pulse changes to move
quiet forest rustles, go
first tendrils of smoke

glorious purple
heat and love ripen the fruit
so greenly hidden

#Whistpr, #poetry, Journey

You are taking a different path
leaving things unfinished
no period at the end

I am waiting to grieve