Dan/Danj/Daniel

They dropped slowly
No streaking slash of fire and light through the ionosphere
There was no rush in their purpose
All would happen at the alloted time and place
There would come a day where only truth would see the light of the sun
And feel the #kiss of falling rain.

#Vss365

Sparks lift into the night sky from a garden chiminea

Embers lift and drift
Snap crackle fly
Flecks eaten
By the #dark of this night sky
Their light so bright
But just for moments
Then ash for all eternity
#Vss365

May 8th 2020

#Photography

Heads sit above the horizon
That line decapitating
Bodies lacking contrast hidden in the #dark earth

#Vss365

Only the clock hands of time will tell

You have grown old
And we must let you go
But please just let me hold
Your hand so I might know
This warm paternal #touch
And store it to my mind
A Sensory reminder, as such
Not to be left behind

#Vss365

The pain is different
More #ache than stabbing agony
The cells you knew have been replaced

#Vss365

Twenty more years he'll get
#Bones and cartilage crunch
Each push a punch worth of bruises
Each false breath squeezed out
Past tongue and false teeth
And his panicked daughters thrash about
What a state
Twenty more years he'll get
To stand shirtless by his gate
Before he'll finally set sail

#Vss365

Thank you 🙂

The enduring fascination with 'haunted' Luibeilt Lodge The BBC's Uncanny series packs a rucksack and investigates claims of spooky goings-on at Luibeilt Lodge.

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Luibeilt
Ther's a ford 'cross a rolling stream
That takes you to a ruined home
Where rowan throws protective arms
Against those spirits whose unknown
Intentions manifest as noise
All scraping, knocking, chilling moans
That if you dare to spend the night
Will strip the colour from your #bones
#Vss365

And I believe that there are. The phrase l hear in the UK when I point out the flaws in the populist right is, well they're all the same. It's such a weak argument on their behalf but is also wrong. They are not all the same. Unfortunately the ones near the top have become very similar.

Integrity is a trait which struggles for oxygen in this society we have become.

Slaughter in the sky
#Blood leeches through layered clouds
The sun gravely falls

#Vss365 #Haiku

March 5th 2025

#Photography

Watch in a dither
Easily #wound up
By everyday activities
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October 22nd 2023

#Photography

The knife of betrayal cuts a cold lasting #wound
Infected with memories of trust
A scab forms to make it a scar from our past
Move on to the future we must

#Vss365

With youth and hope
We stride into the mist
Which wind and light
Only penetrate inches
Showing #Lambent glimpses
Of what may exist
If we would just keep on striding

#Vss365

Thanks 🙂

Thanks Paul 🙂

#Ghost owl
Beats whisperless wings
Fading into nothing as it floats away
From a cone of downcast roadside light
Out of sight
But I watch
Hopeful
To see it drift back into view
Back into existence
Back into life

#Vss365

I've read it three different ways already and I wrote it 😂

Remember it's the voice of the speaker

The memory of them spreads through the lines of this poem though.

I see
I hear
I taste your #pain
Please don't make me feel it too

#Vss365

Thank you

The last four lines got me.

His body in the morgue
Stone cold
He was gone
I walked out of the room and away
I needed to be on my own and not spoil it for the others
I sat in the main hospital reception and watched all the human #pain of the place pass by
No-one wants to be there
I didn't want to be there

#Vss365

The vampire disengages and backs away into the shadows
Done with what it needed
Got what it desired
Knows it's time has come to an end
It will be forgotten soon enough
And then
One night it will return
To drain the lifeblood from some other unsuspecting creature
Without remorse
Without #soul
#Vss365

Art can be for art's own sake
In a culture of consumption
It still exists even if not witnessed
As the tree crashes down
Trunk splitting undergrowth
Without a #soul to hear it
The fungi sense it
And will be discovered
Because it is there now
As is the written poem
Sat waiting for discovery
#Vss365

Thanks 🙂

Your photograph inspired me to write this

Sometimes we can just watch
From a disconnected plane
Silent spectators
Of others lives