For this week’s #FragmentsFriday,
The Schoolgirls of Minab
Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social with @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for another stellar poetry outlet.
Have a great day everyone!
#Poetry #Micropoetry #Antiwar
#BlueSky #BlueSkyPoetry
Thanks a million!
Much appreciated!
I forgot to post here yesterday for #FragmentsFriday! Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social
Inspired by the worst blizzard in Rhode Island history and all the other storms we live with.
Thrilled to be selected along with Dorian Nightingale among so many incredible poems for this week’s #FragmmentsFriday!
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Joint winners of #fragmentsfriday
Andy Perrin @andyperrincycling.bsky.social
Dorian Nightingale
Another week and a high bar maintained! 🏆 🏆
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A new #MicroPoem for #FragmentsFriday!
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Have a great Friday everyone!
Winter
and winter
and winter,
for how long
another
winter?
Andy Perrin, 2026
amidst winter
in minuscule moments
I see everything
#vss365 #miniscule
February storm
touching the falling sky
in cold shivers
#vss365 #touch
the ache
of each regret
in a
poem
#vss365 #ache
pale blue morning
wondering if herons
call it solitude
#vss365 #pale
snowfall
recirculating the
blood of earth
#vss365 #blood
One day in August
I’ll reach back longingly
to the anvil cold and lambent
moonlight on deep February snow
but today, I do wish for the sultry
sweet subtle scents of summer.
#vss365 #lambent
starkest winter
bettering the ghost stories
of summer
#vss365 #ghost
Thanks a million, Peter!
winter thrummed
is thrumming will
thrum thrum thrum
until it snows and
reds are more red
#vss365 #thrum
winter is drawn
obfuscating our days
in dreamscapes
#vss365 #obfuscate
The old oaks quivered
in the nor’easter’s wailing.
Bits fell in the scrum, but
quiet returned in stillness
and the roots, deep roots,
held fast during the storm.
#vss365 #quiver
on the cusp
reading the chapter on
fascism again
#vss365 #cusp
Twas a minute past seven,
I was already late,
my bicycle didn’t mind.
My gears were grinding,
the slightest drizzle
glazed oaks and roads.
Some days I ride the same
stretches my dad rode,
wondering where he stopped
to notice these small things.
#vss365 #drizzle #FromOneLine
winter blues
drifting aimlessly in cold
unmoored politics
#vss365 #unmoor
white pine boughs
a country bends before
she breaks
#vss365 #bend
looming gloom
the warped weft of this
American fabric
#vss365 #loom
Much appreciated! 🙏
fragile America
veering so far from
moral standing
#vss365 #veer
winter murmurs
across Wickford Harbor
coldest along the edges
where ice settles slow water
a few hearty ducks
do not seem to notice time
no more masts, just light
at play on the wind ruffles
the sun rises over the maple
but will shift a bit left tomorrow
#vss365 #murmur
Thanks a million! I appreciate it!
winter dapples too
flakes through still oaks
wolf moon shadows
slightly warmer southern breezes
perfect coffees
laughter
smiles
wood stove heat
soup and crunchy bread
earlier sunrises
later sunsets
all dapples on the winter sledge
#vss365 #dapple
Much appreciated! 🔥🔥🔥
