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Ronnie Smith

@rfsmith.bsky.social

Scottish living in France. Poet, lover of art and nature. Retired from the world of smash and grab.

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For #PromptCombo this week, it's #ecstasy. Use the hastags & tag me to get involved. ❀️

This video of me reading my poem "My Man" is from a series of poetry videos Julie & I did during Covid.

@victoriaspires.bsky.social @hool415.bsky.social @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social @rfsmith.bsky.social

09.02.2026 07:59 β€” πŸ‘ 21    πŸ” 10    πŸ’¬ 8    πŸ“Œ 3

Books told us that everyone
would step aside when Nobles
passed. Would share their
daughters at a Noble’s command.
Would give their produce to Nobles
as rent. Would answer the Nobles’
call to war, would die for their Noble. Now we don’t need books.

©️February 2026

05.02.2026 08:15 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

In all honesty, it kind of fits the 'steal valuable stuff then present it in decontextualised bits in a queasily sterile manner' modus operandi of centuries.

02.02.2026 09:11 β€” πŸ‘ 15    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

You were correct, I like it very much. ❀️

30.01.2026 09:17 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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For @rfsmith.bsky.social and your #PromptCombo #Moment, thought you might like this.

Victoria Chang from 'The Trees Witness Everything'.

29.01.2026 06:56 β€” πŸ‘ 18    πŸ” 4    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0
The Gent

The regular gent as I beep the barcode

of his white bread, I take correct change

from his held out palm. He struggles to put his purchase

into his thin plastic bag. I open the bag wider

and drop the bread into it. My wife is cremated, he says

She'll be buried Thursday. I say I'm sorry to hear that as my till queue gets longer he lingers, a heavy silence.

I say hello to the next customer. The heavy silence moves

towards the door.

The Gent The regular gent as I beep the barcode of his white bread, I take correct change from his held out palm. He struggles to put his purchase into his thin plastic bag. I open the bag wider and drop the bread into it. My wife is cremated, he says She'll be buried Thursday. I say I'm sorry to hear that as my till queue gets longer he lingers, a heavy silence. I say hello to the next customer. The heavy silence moves towards the door.

Hi @rfsmith.bsky.social. Here's my fouth contribution to your superb #promptcombo #moment. It is the second poem from my "Old Gent Trio" from my workplace collection: "Please Take Change": Screenshot is from "iamb":

29.01.2026 09:18 β€” πŸ‘ 15    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0

@rfsmith.bsky.social #PromptCombo #Moment

Late to this one, but here's mine πŸ™πŸ™

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RIP/Silence

They stand for a moment's

silence

- in his local supermarket -

For a good man.

They don't know the half of it.

29.01.2026 16:13 β€” πŸ‘ 4    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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A modest attempt??πŸ™‚

@rfsmith.bsky.social
#promptcombo #moment

29.01.2026 17:23 β€” πŸ‘ 11    πŸ” 3    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0
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With apologies for my late post to this wonderful prompt from @victoriaspires.bsky.social for #promptcombo #moment

30.01.2026 04:15 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 3    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0
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My Friday offering, have a great weekend.

@rfsmith.bsky.social
#PromptCombo #Moment.

30.01.2026 07:23 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

I like this very much Francis. It makes me think of the character β€˜Griffin’ in Men in Black III, endlessly aware of countless possibilities and outcomes, not always sure what’s coming next, β€œOh dear…”

28.01.2026 18:38 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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#PromptCombo
#Moment.
@rfsmith.bsky.social

27.01.2026 07:04 β€” πŸ‘ 9    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Distance, senses awakened and new landscapes bring clarity and a sharper focus. I so do agree Debbie, thank you.

28.01.2026 18:29 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Wonderful Jude, the moment of rebirth captured in light and words. It always comes on a hillside…

28.01.2026 18:25 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Yeah, a frozen moment that lasts an age. Waiting for other peoples’ fireworks to let you off the hook. But that moment on the doorstep is the end and the beginning. Where I come from it is so very significant and being the tall dark stranger had spiritual significance. Thank you Paul.

28.01.2026 18:23 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

β€œPrimordial chaos”… is there any other kind? Chaos is what we call our failure to control everything, continuously. It is a state that has many names Yet every life brings death, every Kundun is a reawakening in changing form, the putty of our existence. I must sit down now.

28.01.2026 18:17 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Very strong Dave and seemingly very true at that desolate moment, thank you… (Whispers) but I still like it when the warmth of the sun pulls the first buds from their hiding places.

28.01.2026 18:10 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

A moment breeds a moment, breeds a moment… and so on until a moment becomes a day, a week, a life of consciousness. I love this Emily, thank you.

28.01.2026 18:06 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

I like this very much David because it not only speaks to our physical fragility, I cut the same tip of my thumb twice last year. You also consider the almost random, uncontrolled psychological responses to these moments. Thank you.

28.01.2026 17:22 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

You know, this makes me think of Roy Batty’s final words in β€˜Blade Runner’. All these moment will be lost… like tears, in rain. Or the tree, that fell without witnesses. It never happened. Strong point Francis.

28.01.2026 17:13 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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#PromptCombo
#Moment

@rfsmith.bsky.social

28.01.2026 06:48 β€” πŸ‘ 10    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0

Yes, it is definitely worth the trip Debbie.

28.01.2026 17:09 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
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Thank you @rfsmith.bsky.social for your #PromptCombo #Moment which brought to mind a recent moment that brought home the fragility of existence. Looking forward to other contributions later

27.01.2026 14:00 β€” πŸ‘ 15    πŸ” 4    πŸ’¬ 5    πŸ“Œ 0

You’ve been to Romania?

27.01.2026 20:37 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
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Written in just a #moment for @rfsmith.bsky.social and #promptcombo

27.01.2026 07:44 β€” πŸ‘ 15    πŸ” 7    πŸ’¬ 5    πŸ“Œ 0
A poem by Debbie Ross entitled Il Momento

Single stanza. Text as follows

Ionic tang of mountain air,
crisp, white slopes under
a pale blue winter sky
and cioccolata calda 
on the terrace -
always better than
the thin offerings
at home.

A poem by Debbie Ross entitled Il Momento Single stanza. Text as follows Ionic tang of mountain air, crisp, white slopes under a pale blue winter sky and cioccolata calda on the terrace - always better than the thin offerings at home.

Hi @rfsmith.bsky.social Ronnie thanks for this week’s #PromptCombo #moment some crackers already. Here’s my quick, wee attempt of a #poem Might be better if I had some time, but choc full this week.

27.01.2026 08:01 β€” πŸ‘ 17    πŸ” 3    πŸ’¬ 5    πŸ“Œ 0
My First Foot

- You're dark haired and tall
my Nanna says,
 -Let Paul first foot.

-Hold out your hands, son.
says Grandad and places

A cold chunk of coal 
In one, a slice of bread
in the other.

-Wishes. Now we'll have you
outside the front door.

-It's freezing Grandad.
-Only be a moment, lad.

The door clicks shut.

Ice grows on the lintel.
The coal freezes to my palm,

bread crumbles in the snow.
I know my pockets are warm.

Lights from inside blaze
cheers and "Auld Lang Syne".

Door unclicks.
- Ah tha coming in, lad.
That'll catch thee death.

He takes coal and bread.
A shot glass of sherry shakes
in my fingers.

-Happy New Year

shouts Grandad .

My First Foot - You're dark haired and tall my Nanna says, -Let Paul first foot. -Hold out your hands, son. says Grandad and places A cold chunk of coal In one, a slice of bread in the other. -Wishes. Now we'll have you outside the front door. -It's freezing Grandad. -Only be a moment, lad. The door clicks shut. Ice grows on the lintel. The coal freezes to my palm, bread crumbles in the snow. I know my pockets are warm. Lights from inside blaze cheers and "Auld Lang Syne". Door unclicks. - Ah tha coming in, lad. That'll catch thee death. He takes coal and bread. A shot glass of sherry shakes in my fingers. -Happy New Year shouts Grandad .

Hi, @rfsmith.bsky.social Ronnie this is my second response to your marvellous #promptcombo #Moment

27.01.2026 10:09 β€” πŸ‘ 13    πŸ” 3    πŸ’¬ 5    πŸ“Œ 0
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For @rfsmith.bsky.social and your #PromptCombo #Moment.

Death, indeterminacy and musical notation.

27.01.2026 12:09 β€” πŸ‘ 27    πŸ” 9    πŸ’¬ 10    πŸ“Œ 2

Rain

The rain pounds its rhythm
drowning
the ground with pools reflecting
sadness
as the skies open and cries relentlessly
again
cleansing the world of colours
greying
all hope from the land
forever.

#waltmarie #poem #rain

27.01.2026 13:04 β€” πŸ‘ 20    πŸ” 4    πŸ’¬ 4    πŸ“Œ 0

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