Matthias (glimmering) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉

Thank you, Rachel! 💚✨️

we swoon and settle
into Spring's luscious rhythm
follow flower feet

#haiku #poetry
#senryu

Illustration of otter resting on stone above water and reeds.

Otter, artist unknown.

I don't use my last name online changed my phone number (Mom better not give it out) moved twice and used PO Boxes for mail deleted Facebook (18 years of memories gone) created new accounts with unfamiliar usernames yet he still manages to find me just so he can tell me that he hates me so he can yell out insults that stab my heart and give me chills because he knows where I am now every cell in my body trembles (it's hard to type) I've cried so much because of him there are no tears left for this my mind starts racing making plans for another change and I sigh with exhaustion he will never leave me alone but I have to try

We broke up ten years ago. He never took 'no' for an answer.

#PoemsAbout #BeingWatched #poetry #writing #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

A self portrait showing a lense flare that partially obscures the person

Haven't made a gratitude post for a while. Thank you for interacting and sharing my poetry. I see and appreciate you! ✨️☀️

#gratitude #community #photography #selfportrait

drowning out all noise
I relentlessly soften
sharpest edges blur

#senryu #poetry #haiku
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blackandwhite photo; sunlight breaks through the last patches of mist in a forest clearing in early spring (nrw)⬇️ s/w foto; in einer kleinen lichtung im wald (in nrw) bricht die sonne durch letzte nebelschwaden und erhellt das erste grüne unterholz | foto copyright ©️rw26 unten rechts

'dichter nebel weicht,
der wald erwacht viel zu früh,
licht erwärmt die welt.'

#forestfriday #haiku
#coloraday #bwfri
#classicmono #nature

I dont really think
you're ready for this jelly
you can't handle this

#haikufeels #humour #🎶

Spring snowflakes

soft whites and yellows
green complementing nature's
jewelry sparkles

#vss365 #poetry #haiku #poetrycommunity

A new beginning awaits.

#7syllablesentence
#writingcommunity

Thank you, Ann! 💜

I adore both of them. And thank you!

Thank you kindly, Jen. 💚👻

Putting them on the list. 📚

clematis blooming
like my weak-worded wishes
I cut them in half
hope holding myself hostage
smiling like a burst of light

#tankathursday @evecastle.bsky.social #poetry #itsthursdaysomewhere
#poetrycommunity #tanka

I didn't even know about this movie but after looking it up I see the reference. 😁

A bright purple anemone flower with a dark purply black centre.

A multi-headed tazette style daffodil with yellow centres and white petals.

Oh no I missed #GardensHour but better late than never 🫠 #BloomScrolling

fierce pretence I show
glossing over my weakness
afraid of my needs

#haikufeels #poetry

your words scattering
across my weary ears I
hear your sorrows still

#senryu #poetry
#haiku

@thebrokenspine.co.uk

Morning ~ all ~ one from way back ~ Jim
@thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk and to #beingwatched #poemsabout

The open road beckoned him.

#7syllablesentence
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After the room is still the air heavy the floor damp with rain now the storm has ebbed away but you you sit with me you you hold my hand saying nothing just here here

Nice to be able to post a quick little poem for #poemsabout #spent after a bit of an enforced absence last week (bad cold). Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk / @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the prompt and to everyone contributing! #poems #poetry #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #scottishpoetry

Poem written and copyright (c) by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved. Window open, rain in the dark. My hand low at your spine, slow, certain. Hours dissolving, spent in the press of skin. Sheets twisted beneath our hips. Thigh to thigh, you laid there, watching me unravel.

#laid
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#spent
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#prompt
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#poetryprompt
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#freeversefebruary
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Through The Nets: There: My Other Self with Different Day, it makes Me nervous to think this shady pair so near again. My Other Self loves Different Day, he and his many previous dates often glimpsed intruding in this neighbourhood: Me, all correctly settled down with my homely, if mousy Time. My Other Self and Different Day are not like us, as when I peep My Other Self wears out his life ribald in such a shocking selfish fashion, whereas my plain guise rarely is disheveled, and Time much quieter too: taking up corners, unwinding without consequence, dumb as just a ponder. My Other Self even with Different Day, still seems restless though and whether he drives her, or she leads him, they seek grass forever one shade greener, but I will not warn her or ever say that My Other Self can not settle and soon will love a different Different Day.

Hullo @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk and to #beingwatched #poemsabout
An old piece of whimsy for this week…

Green menace infused arteries chlorophyll pumping human-nettle-hybrids lurking between bare ash trees being watched by deep-green eyes hiding in plain sight sylvan predators whetting barbed fangs on brittle bottles made of bones our sins came alive forged in the flames of burning rain forests we created our monsters in feeding our greed

Had to skip last week due to hosting my dearest sister.

Here's my offering to this week's #poemsabout with the theme #BeingWatched

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Thanks to
@thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk

Corvus Agonistes Famished Corvid triad Poised to Sup on a Slain king: Bones to House them, Hair to Nest them, Flesh to Feed them. Now they Perch outside our Window, poised to Claim us as we Falter. And Falter we will – in the Steady flux of Mood, air and Fortune. That Nevermore mania from Pluto’s coal-black shore Occulting the pallid Cast of Reason. That Black Shuck Handle for crippling Despond shadowing his Stride through Whitehall and Chartwell, Keening upon the heels of Gallipoli. That Jackdaw-pun Insignia of Family omen in Prague – a Mind stalling at Minds sharing his Inner plight. He Pictures such people – but cannot Picture the secret corbie that Circles his head Circling theirs. Absurd, malevolent Worlds he creates, Inflecting the Absurd, malevolent Worlds we create when we Fixate on figures of Light, neglecting the Night we bracket and Beget. Shadows deepen in the Deathly shallows, Offsetting that Fable-fetish of Unmitigated felicity, Wherein the Demonic can gain Ingress - City-upon-the-Hill Beacon for Ear-cut, hang-witch Massacre. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2026 Partly inspired by The Three Corbies, a traditional Scottish ballad, Edgar Allan Poe and Franz Kafka.

"Twa Corbies" - illustration by G. Howell-Baker from his book, Penholm (1901)

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#newpoem: ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2026

#Reading 👇👇

#corvid #raven #TheShadow #Depression #Poe #Kafka #poetry

let's wish for leaders with
magnanimous demeanour
instead of fat cats burning
our future — igniting hate
as we keep lighting candles
vigils more than performance
but us feeding sacred flames

#vss365 magnanimous #poetry
#poetrycommunity

A chandelier and specks of light

radiance reigning
shadows soon to be dispelled
bountiful sparkle

#haiku #vss365 bountiful #photography #poetry

Thank you, Suse! 💜💖