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[My words] "are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only" [I could interest them], Sylvia Plath

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I am very proud to have a poem in this. There are some mightily talented poets in it.

Thank you @paulwritespoems.bsky.social

12.03.2026 09:32 πŸ‘ 21 πŸ” 7 πŸ’¬ 9 πŸ“Œ 0

Yes, how a good title remains loose and enigmatic to draw you in Rosanne...then takes you somewhere else.

12.03.2026 08:58 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

"Who to dial, what to ask for?

How to mend my fists and weather?"

'Again, Ithaca' – the 2nd of my poems that has landed at The Book Bag: Poetic Voices – March 2026πŸ”₯

Thank you @paulwritespoems.bsky.social for publishing this poem as part of my feature πŸ™

paulwritespoems.com/2026/03/01/t...

12.03.2026 07:05 πŸ‘ 10 πŸ” 6 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0
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It’s #fragmentsfriday tomorrow.

Startle and wow us with your #micropoem

18 words max!

12.03.2026 08:36 πŸ‘ 9 πŸ” 6 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0

Ah shucks Lin, I didn't make the cut.
It's OK. 😁

11.03.2026 15:56 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Unwhispered Legacy will be beautiful! Grateful to be a part of this anthology and can't wait to see it launch!
#UnwhisperedLegacy
#PaulShort
#PoetryAnthologies
#MultiAuthor

11.03.2026 10:18 πŸ‘ 8 πŸ” 6 πŸ’¬ 4 πŸ“Œ 0
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Between City and Sea A Showcase of Local Poets with Plymouth Laureate of Word R.C. Thomas.

Excited to be appearing at the #Plymouth #Poetry Festival next month, with amazing local poets and our Laureate of Words, R C Thomas. Tickets via the link.
www.eventbrite.com/e/between-ci...

11.03.2026 13:51 πŸ‘ 3 πŸ” 1 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Yes! πŸ₯³

09.03.2026 13:18 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
Mouth to Mouth

Into the absence 
in me, 
the gasping hollow 
of my being-

there,
breathe your love.

That is where 
I need it most.

Ann Tigone

Mouth to Mouth Into the absence in me, the gasping hollow of my being- there, breathe your love. That is where I need it most. Ann Tigone

For a #lifttothesky I recommend you follow poet @anntigone.bsky.social
Such beautiful work both in long form and the most elegantly expressive short forms. Fabulous poet. Here’s a favourite. Hope they don’t mind me sharing.

#poetrycommunity @thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poets #poetry

09.03.2026 09:23 πŸ‘ 12 πŸ” 2 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0
A dark wall displays a glowing white neon sign reading β€œYES YES” on two lines. Visible electrical cables connect the letters to a small power unit below. The Broken Spine fountain pen logo appears in the top left corner. β€œ@thebrokenspine.co.uk” is written in white at the top right. Bold white text in the lower right reads: β€œRead Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #CONSENT”.

A dark wall displays a glowing white neon sign reading β€œYES YES” on two lines. Visible electrical cables connect the letters to a small power unit below. The Broken Spine fountain pen logo appears in the top left corner. β€œ@thebrokenspine.co.uk” is written in white at the top right. Bold white text in the lower right reads: β€œRead Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #CONSENT”.

Last week asked who was looking.
This week: #Consent.

Not silence.
Not assumption.
Not momentum mistaken for permission.

Write the yes that’s spoken.
The pause that matters.
The power in choosing, clearly.

New theme opens Friday.
Don’t post early.
Use Alt Text.
Tag #PoemsAbout to be found.

08.03.2026 08:00 πŸ‘ 15 πŸ” 6 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Thank you Dermot. You are welcome to join.
#FragmentsFriday is a new weekly prompt from @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and maestro @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social

07.03.2026 08:24 πŸ‘ 2 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
A Soul Is


The sump for sin,
claggy and black,
only just alive…
think:
a crying seabird 
washed-up from an oil-slick.

A Soul Is The sump for sin, claggy and black, only just alive… think: a crying seabird washed-up from an oil-slick.

Hullo @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for super #fragmentsfriday #poetry

27.02.2026 06:55 πŸ‘ 15 πŸ” 3 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0
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Really enjoying this new #poetry prompt hosted by @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social, challenging us to write a condensed poem of 18 words or fewer.

Here's my piece for week 3 of #fragmentsfriday

#blueskypoets #skypoets #poetsofbluesky
#micropoetry #poetrychallenge #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers

27.02.2026 08:56 πŸ‘ 21 πŸ” 3 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social #fragmentsfriday

18 words (basically my usual opening line), so the challenge continues.
Inadvertent rhyme at the end 😯

06.03.2026 11:49 πŸ‘ 14 πŸ” 5 πŸ’¬ 3 πŸ“Œ 0
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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

06.03.2026 10:09 πŸ‘ 14 πŸ” 5 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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Attempting to catch the pulse of this warring zeitgeist, an arabesque figure of eighteen words for this week's #FragmentsFriday.
Startling? Probably not.

@matthewmcsmith.bsky.social
@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social

06.03.2026 16:14 πŸ‘ 9 πŸ” 2 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Oh, is it here as well as X?

05.03.2026 22:27 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0
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Post your startling #poem tomorrow on #fragmentsfriday - we hope to boost and comment on all contributions. Make your micropoem impactful. No blandness. 18 words or less!

05.03.2026 21:53 πŸ‘ 10 πŸ” 4 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0

πŸ˜„πŸ˜πŸ˜Š

05.03.2026 19:13 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Ah, a name to a quantity!
Hello Dermot. πŸ‘‹πŸΌ

05.03.2026 17:59 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

It just happened Nina; about forty years of adding more and more and more, because we could. There are currently many more books around the house, slowly finding their way to both posh house and supermarket book stall less-than-lit shelves. 😁

04.03.2026 08:12 πŸ‘ 2 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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Would you like to use mine Nina? 😊

04.03.2026 07:58 πŸ‘ 6 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0
A black-and-white photograph shows a person in close profile, partially obscured by shadow, peering through horizontal window blinds. One hand lifts a slat, allowing light to fall across their eye and face. The Broken Spine fountain pen logo appears in the top left corner. β€œ@thebrokenspine.co.uk” is written in white at the top right. Bold white text in the lower right reads: β€œRead Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #BEINGWATCHED”.

A black-and-white photograph shows a person in close profile, partially obscured by shadow, peering through horizontal window blinds. One hand lifts a slat, allowing light to fall across their eye and face. The Broken Spine fountain pen logo appears in the top left corner. β€œ@thebrokenspine.co.uk” is written in white at the top right. Bold white text in the lower right reads: β€œRead Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #BEINGWATCHED”.

This week: #BeingWatched.

The look that lingers.
The sense of eyes before proof.
The body adjusting itself without knowing why.

Write the awareness.
The almost-seeing.
The way desire sharpens when it’s observed.

New theme opens Friday.
Don’t post early.
Use Alt Text.
Tag #PoemsAbout to be found.

01.03.2026 08:00 πŸ‘ 21 πŸ” 10 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0

Yes, the most appalling spaffers, he and she. A good pairing with the grifters. A succinct and well crafted 5-7-5 haiku David.
(had to look it up!)

27.02.2026 11:37 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
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Many thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk for today's #PoemsAbout prompt #Spent. Here's a brief off-the-cuff 'tribute' to someone we knew only too well in the UK. Apologies, I was feeling tetchy this morning....

27.02.2026 09:35 πŸ‘ 28 πŸ” 8 πŸ’¬ 10 πŸ“Œ 0

An excellent dissection Debbie of the outcomes of duty and privilege.

27.02.2026 10:56 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 1 πŸ“Œ 0
A poem in 4 stanzas by Debbie Ross entitled

Nothing Left


A cardboard sign,

a filthy mat,

a navy duttle bag.

No pride,

though I served

the country with it once.

A house,

a car,

a full-time job

no energy

I used it all

on daily life.

A college education,

a meaningless job,

a mouldy flat,

no hope

just debt

I tried, Mum.

A wester superpower,

billions in the bank

trappings of success

morally bankrupt

fascist dictator

nothing left.

A poem in 4 stanzas by Debbie Ross entitled Nothing Left A cardboard sign, a filthy mat, a navy duttle bag. No pride, though I served the country with it once. A house, a car, a full-time job no energy I used it all on daily life. A college education, a meaningless job, a mouldy flat, no hope just debt I tried, Mum. A wester superpower, billions in the bank trappings of success morally bankrupt fascist dictator nothing left.

Good morning @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and the #PoemsAbout #poetry peeps this is my offering for #Spent but I’ve had no time to juggle about for it. Very rough round the edges and a bit bleak (me and the poem) back to look late this afternoon. Have a good poeting day all.

27.02.2026 08:26 πŸ‘ 38 πŸ” 10 πŸ’¬ 13 πŸ“Œ 0

This is chilling image Lin, and somewhere a true story no doubt. The incalculable horror and trauma of play turned poisonous.

26.02.2026 11:33 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

They played games with us,
turned brother against brother
warehouse hide and seek
with our neighbors, then they lit
the chambers. A bone snow fell.

#tankathursday #game #tanka ##tankaboutit #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #5amwritersclub #6amwritersclub #skypoem #skypoetry #resist #protest

26.02.2026 10:34 πŸ‘ 33 πŸ” 5 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 0

Fantastic!
Feel the cathartic surge of empowerment Lin.

26.02.2026 11:11 πŸ‘ 2 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0