Francis H Powell writer and poet

There's no rest for the wicked
#7syllablesentence
#rest

#7syllablesentence
#rest

too much rest makes you tired

wish we could regain that awe

box it up, wrap with ribbon

open it up every day

view it like prized possession

#7syllablesentence #awe

nectarines and peaches
scattered around the ground
beneath fragile-looking trees
giving free treats to the deer
while grandkids quietly watch

#MadMarch #peaches #poetry #writing #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity @daveashleypoet.bsky.social

This time last year, I
Turned a corner, joined this place,
And never looked back.
#Haikufeels #last #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity

Just to say, Happy
Birthday, a year gives way, as
Candles sway, wish made.
#MadMarch #birthday #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@daveashleypoet.bsky.social

Three hairs left on
His head, a cataract
Stare, brain dead she
Slips another Swedish
Fish past his lips to
His toothless maw, I
Watched, I saw no
Semblance of life or
Strife to care, nothing
Aware of the time now
Passed, I had to think
Fast, and hit him
With a boot

#vss365 #cataract
#poetry

Blurry

there are some of us
with cataracts of the eye
everything's blurry
and there are those among us
with cataracts of the heart

#vss365 #cataracts #tanka

#RockinTuesday #TidesOutTuesday #Photography #EastCoastKin

#RockinTuesday #TidesOutTuesday #Photography #EastCoastKin

#RockinTuesday #TidesOutTuesday #Photography #EastCoastKin

it's just another day peppered with extra confetti in the form of hearts and likes another year wiser more memories made new friends, maybe an end the next year is unplanned and hungry to be written, so make this your best story eat all the cake fall in love, and live like it's your last chapter make your dreams (the good ones) come to life

Happy birthday Dave! 💜

#MadMarch #birthday #poetry #writing #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #Moonmystic #dreams @daveashleypoet.bsky.social

The Ramones - I Don't Wanna Grow Up
youtu.be/1Tpu_XoNABA?...

Rambling old, open
Flowed too rusted to
Stop, another word
Dropped with dreams
To foster a syndrome
Imposter and then some
Left for confusion an
Illusion of talent was
Just what was meant
But too rusted to stop
Rambling old, still a
Philosophical crackpot

#weirdmicro #poetry
#PhilosophicalCrackpot

Power cut we sit in darkness outside the storm breaks the bough reach for the matches

A slightly literal haiku for #PromptCombo #Powerless on this gloomy wet Monday. Thanks for the excellent prompt, @rfsmith.bsky.social #poems #poetry #writingcommunity

#16wordpoem

in a specimen jar

even though she has the gentlest hands

she might remove your wings

#vss365 #cataract

It was a perfect day for a long walk, but how was I to know. As I turned a corner, darkness fell, I heard the sound of urgent panting, to my horror stood before me was cerberus, a dog straight from hell.

#horrorprompt.

When I was young the world moved in envelopes. I would press my handwriting into paper as if the ink itself could travel faster if I wished hard enough. I waited days, sometimes weeks, for a reply to cross oceans, to find its way through sorting rooms and weather and chance. Sometimes a letter arrived with a grainy photograph tucked inside: a friend’s face blurred at the edges, a monument softened by distance, a place I had never been made real by the faint chemical smell of developing fluid and fingerprints. And then the world shifted. A quiet miracle. The first instant conversation felt like touching a star and finding it warm. Digital pictures crawled onto the screen line by line, as if the machine were shy about revealing the future all at once. Now I sit at night and speak freely to people across continents, voices exchanged without delay, faces crisp and bright as if they were leaning just over my shoulder. I take pictures without thinking, send them without ceremony. I scatter words like seeds that bloom in seconds. And yet I catch myself sighing when the world at my fingertips hesitates, when a page takes a breath too long to load. I forget the miracle because it has become as familiar as the air in my lungs. But sometimes, in the moments between replies, I remember the waiting, the blurred faces, the slow magic of distance, and I feel the old wonder stir again.

When I was young the world moved in envelopes. I would press my handwriting into paper as if the ink itself could travel faster if I wished hard enough. I waited days, sometimes weeks, for a reply to cross oceans, to find its way through sorting rooms and weather and chance. Sometimes a letter arrived with a grainy photograph tucked inside: a friend’s face blurred at the edges, a monument softened by distance, a place I had never been made real by the faint chemical smell of developing fluid and fingerprints. And then the world shifted. A quiet miracle. The first instant conversation felt like touching a star and finding it warm. Digital pictures crawled onto the screen line by line, as if the machine were shy about revealing the future all at once. Now I sit at night and speak freely to people across continents, voices exchanged without delay, faces crisp and bright as if they were leaning just over my shoulder. I take pictures without thinking, send them without ceremony. I scatter words like seeds that bloom in seconds. And yet I catch myself sighing when the world at my fingertips hesitates, when a page takes a breath too long to load. I forget the miracle because it has become as familiar as the air in my lungs. But sometimes, in the moments between replies, I remember the waiting, the blurred faces, the slow magic of distance, and I feel the old wonder stir again.

@madp03t.bsky.social

I am not sure I quite got this one right in terms of content, so I made it super-long to make up for it.

#AmpersandAfterDark #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poetry

; she hid her scars; saw her
wounds

as flaws - yet his finger traced

each faded line in awe - of

her strength; her bravery - an

indelible map of how

she survived etched in her skin.

#7syllablesentence #awe #micropoetry #writing

#thicktrunktuesday #trees #woodland #treeclub

#thicktrunktuesday #trees #woodland #treeclub

WHITENESS
#swan
#naturephoto

LOG
#photo Francis H Powell #photoshare #naturephoto

TANGERINE SKY
#photo Francis H Powell #photoshare #naturephoto

ONE ON TOP OF ANOTHER
#photo Francis H Powell
#photoshare

PATTERNS
#photo Francis H Powell #photoshare #Paris #architecture

DROOPING DOWN
#photo Francis H Powell #photoshare #naturephoto

PURPLE POWER
#photo Francis H Powell #photoshare

PETAL POWER
#photo Francis H Powell #photoshare #naturephoto

A SKY AT NIGHT
#photo Francis H Powell #photoshare #naturephoto