Your bird disguise was more dragon, umbrella skin and bones for wings. Toothy beak. Mine mostly ideas of flight, feathered with scribbled pages.
But the crows let us join their storytelling. You heard strange tales of shiny treasures beyond reach. I heard secrets of the sky.
#ThingsToWriteAbout
little bird set free
released from controlling hands
finally flying
#thingstowriteabout #bird #haiku #poetry #writing #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
the word is bird
fat little fluff blurb
basking on a burl
#thingstowriteabout #bird #haiku #poetry #writing #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity
That big yellow bird That lived on the street With a friendly voice And big orange feet Taught all the kids Things they might need How to get along The letters to read The imaginary principles We thought were concrete But then we grew up Saw the world doesn’t meet The standards we learned Just an obsession for feet
#thingstowriteabout #bird
#weirdmicro #imaginaryprinciples
Freedom starts at the foot of my bed. It could just as well start at the other end of the world. The raven flies through the room and lands on the head of my prison made from blankets, and pillows. This foul fowl is staring at my eyes as if they were precious pieces of jewellery to steal. Her enchanting voice echoes through the cave not found on any map, alluding to what once was love, when she calls me 'honey' with aculeate aggressions. Cold mornings still sting. A seasonal sensuality that matches the sharp intake of poisoned honey she forces down my throat, every day. Enough to make my intestines scream, but not enough to end this torture. I hear sand crunch beneath her steps, as she circles in on me. Something shiny flashes in the candlelight. If I only was strong enough to move. Instead, her merciless retribution slowly washes over me, each steady wave carrying me closer to my grave. I have no idea if there will ever bee a chance to get out of this. My eyes wander to the empty suitcase to my left. Probably not alive. Her athamé cuts through the skin on my chest like a quill that scratches over paper. I can't even scream, any more, as my blood starts flowing onto the sheets. Just like my tears. My gaze turns to the tiny floret growing inside a dark nook above me. I don't know how it can survive here. It might be the last thing I'll ever see. I shouldn't have forced myself on her, that night...
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Freedom starts at the foot of my bed.
It could just as well start at the other end of the world.
The raven flies through the room and lands on the head of my prison made from blankets, and pillows. This...
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Love the play on words.
Spring emerges from winter. In a churchyard, a blackbird searches for worms in the freshly turned earth. Feeding young is a grave matter. #ThingsToWriteAbout
morning birdsong
the soundtrack
of our yoga app
#thingstowriteabout
bird of peace
fading in gunfire
bloodied feathers
witnessing atrocities
we mustn't become
complicit — awareness
doesn't twist the knife but
sharpens the quill
our words added
to the chorus
of lost voices
#freeverse #poetry #poetrycommunity
Oh, what a lovely #idea
to paint all the clouds
in different colours.
And the next time
it rains, we will have
chromatic rain and
rainbow puddles,
adding color to our
grey everyday.
(a poem inspired by a sentence from my GSL book :
Wolken sind rot, grün und braun)
#thingstowriteabout
I have had an epiphany An idea of sorts But to communicate Is of the most import Unfortunately I suffer From linguistic impotence Unable to finish a thought People loose their patience At my pauses in speech They get frustrated and leave Only a select few will Hear the stories I weave
#thingstowriteabout #idea #weirdmicro #linguisticimpotence
The idea is that spring marches flowers
to the windows of those who need smiles
empathy and compassion need to be the norm
#thingstowriteabout
I do love this. ✨
botterbloom
an der straße mit den milchkannen
warten auf den bus
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#kidlit #fantaiku #scifaiku #sff
#haikusaturday #senryusunday
#dailyhaikuprompt #vssmagic
#bravewrite #thingstowriteabout
#haikuchallenge #yearning
#inkmine #spring
published by #sommergras (print)
& #dhg
buttercup
by the road with the milk cans
waiting for the bus
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
#kidlit #fantaiku #scifaiku #sff
#haikusaturday #senryusunday
#dailyhaikuprompt #vssmagic
#bravewrite #thingstowriteabout
#2wordprompt #haikuchallenge
#inkmine #plant #bspp51 #floret
#bloomrise #flower #bloom
A metal bird.
Saturday March 7th prompt is #bird #thingstowriteabout
Why don’t I do this,
I get lost in a book,
Distracted by daydreams,
Oh time to cook!
Ideas I’ve plenty,
Can’t settle on any,
I start but don’t finish,
There’s really too many,
I look out the window,
Must make a list,
Distracted by squirrels,
Yes you get the gist.
#thingstowriteabout idea
She's never lived inside a box, nor has she ever fit inside any drawer. Yet, the world had got out of kilter, and this went beyond intentionally walking the cutting edge. Up was now down, and down was up, right was left, left was wrong, and wrong was right. Gums were crawling on floors, while heads were carried under arms, replaced by buttocks on top of necks, where shells softened, and cores hardened. It was like she was reading a boldly bad Picasso painting, fomenting urges, nocked, and shot directly from deranged, fishnetted hips. Suits didn't suit such screaming scum. The masks had fallen, and covert coats were no longer needed. Not for her, anyway. She paused for a deep breath. Her eye caught a greenflash. Then she watched in awe a four-leaved clover unfold, levitating in mid-air. It made her smile for a while, before it dissolved into golden dust that showered the floor, which was still crawling with gums. No need to be magnanimous, she thought. She'd simply opt for counting her blessings. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
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She's never lived inside a box, nor has she ever fit inside any drawer. Yet, the world had got out of kilter, and this went beyond intentionally walking the cutting edge.
Up was now down, and down was up,...
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wobbly ceiling fan
not sure the second cocktail
was a good idea
#thingstowriteabout
deep blue sea
the penguin dives into
his warm suit
#WriteMap #deep
#thingstowriteabout #suit
#Haiku #micropoetry #micropoem
strange Idea, now
locked in a mason jar
unidentified
found under the carpet
trying to scuttle away
#thingstowriteabout (idea) #tanka
Let these #ideas flow
write them down
as they come to you
a rainbow of
unrelated thoughts
but when you
really look at them
they have some
connections
the mind works
in mysterious
ways.
#thingstowriteabout #poetry #writing #writingcommunity
I hate having to wear a suit & tie, but at some occasions, birthdays, weddings, anniversaries, they leave you no choice – just like the time we met at a fancy restaurant to celebrate one of the three. Suddenly, the earth opened up & spat forth winged demons – the apocalypse was about to begin & the tie started to feel more like a noose around my neck.
#thingstowriteabout #suit
(a sketch for one of my WIPs)
Here in small claims court Waiting at the lawyers table Hearing the plaintiffs extort For all that they are able Spewing incoherent testimony Everyone looks so bored They’d hoped for Judge Judy To give a high dollar award Instead it’s an old white dude Slumped down in his robes Underneath is just a birthday suit Kept awake by his ass being cold Not like anyone would criticize The judge up on the bench The gavel did not legitimize How much he had to clench
#vssdaily #claim #thingstowriteabout #suit #weirdmicro #IncoherentTestimony
A small sign reads “every big idea starts small” behind it a pink Lego typewriter.
For Friday March 6th the prompt is #idea #thingstowriteabout
Why should she dress to suit what others thought was attractive, or blend into the background just because she was older? Nuts to growing old gracefully! #ThingsToWriteAbout
I don’t wear a suit,
Though I see the appeal,
But I dress how I like,
It shows how I feel,
I’m mismatched at times,
Or green like a tree,
If I stood in a forest,
You wouldn’t see me,
I’m not fancy or posh,
I don’t have much moneys,
No Prada for me,
My slippers are bunnies.
#thingstowriteabout suit
end-of-life musings
wondering if my black suit
still fits me
#thingstowriteabout
upscale dining
hoping the suits
will pick up the bill
#thingstowriteabout
marigolds —
no want to disguise
vulnerability
#BraveWrite #marigold
#thingstowriteabout #disguise
#Haiku #micropoetry #micropoem
