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rmfrt, 1 hour ago to poetry

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stevencudahy, 11 hours ago to poetry

your eyes and the pour of time
through my breached defences
i am uncertain of my edges now
aware of the mixing swirl
of a cosmos in which we are the dance
of endless restless smallness
we are the coalescence of waveforms
mingling in a glance
itself embroiled in the everything
a sharing of the tales light tells
a charge, a spark in the shadows

#SmallPoems #Poetry #Writing #MastoPrompt 10 May 2024 - glance.

stevencudahy, 11 hours ago to poetry

the blade isn't an answer today
wasn't an answer then, for me
heated to sterile because the drama of fire
licking the steel was cinematic
though predictably gauche
and i choked
lacking blood enough
to restore the scorched sands to life
lacking the conviction
i could ever be clean enough
to not infect the knife

#Poetry #Writing #vssPoem Thanks @worded_art for the prompt - sterile.

stevencudahy, 10 hours ago to poetry

when the wind sings
and the trapped sails drift
then turn
wheat ears between the stones
serving the gritty rumble
and nearby in the sun
we are testing the dirt
for the survival hope of small insects
and whether we will dash them
or offer mercy

#Poetry #Writing #vssPoem Thanks @worded_art for the prompt - ground.

Aphelion, 8 hours ago to poetry

You bloom within me
Such a beautiful terror
Garden of secrets

#Poetry #Haiku

Lena Moses-Schmitt, "Dear Future Me". (lemmy.world)

Kim Addonizio, "First Kiss". (lemmy.world)

davemark, 17 hours ago to poetry

One of my favorite all time poems, apropos of nothing:

"Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality."

-- Emily Dickinson

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Anne Sexton, "Cripples and Other Stories" (lemmy.world)

Ellen Bass, "If You Knew" (lemmy.world)

Roger Reeves, "Brazil" (lemmy.world)

Roger Reeves, "The Mare of Money" (lemmy.world)

literarypug, 19 hours ago to poetry

A sea of clock hands
grab at time,

seeking arms.

Had it been different
long ago,

the little hand
being named
the big hand

and vice versa

then we’d have
five dozens
to win it

and what seems
like ours, could
take hours

rather than minutes.

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rmfrt, 1 day ago to poetry

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stevencudahy, 1 day ago to poetry

this is the prize game
played for art as embodied
in the warpaint built from joy
and raw practiced skill
surgery of light and shade
colour as scalpel and graft

#Sedoka #Poetry #Writing #vssPoem Thanks @worded_art for the prompt - contour.

matty7w, 3 days ago to poetry

Utterly gorgeous
Cornflower blue
Cloudless
The softness of cool
On the summer breeze
May in her glory
Dancing in her joyful
golden fields
Hedgerows bright with
White lace shimmering
And heady
with the scents of spring
Hawthorns blush
With rosy tints
As deep within
The hidden wrens
tick like little clocks
Counting down the years.
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Raquel Franco, "Girl Therapy". (lemmy.world)

Aphelion, 1 day ago to poetry

The stars buried
Beneath my skin
Beckon the sky
To fall around me,
Infinity reaching
Back into itself

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seanpatrick.phd, 1 day ago to poetry

The best of life is left unlived:<br></br>the mass of moments absent mind,<br></br>explosions over in an instant<br></br>that leave a trace of warmth behind.<br></br>An afterimage of<em> la petite mort</em>,<br></br>the comfort of oblivious sleep;<br></br>the edges of experience blur<br></br>and hint at blisses we can’t keep.<br></br><br></br>The best parts lie just out of grasp,<br></br>we tell ourselves; we keep content<br></br>to live beyond the reach of joy<br></br>until our lives are fully spent.<br></br><br></br>These fleeting things that sight can’t bear,<br></br>these haunting ghosts of ecstasy,<br></br>leave deep lacunas lingering<br></br>in yet-unwritten history.<br></br>They leave the dreams of coming days<br></br>dyed in inverted afterglows:<br></br>the ache for something yet to be,<br></br>a secret glee that no-one knows.<br></br><br></br>So this, it seems, is pleasure’s form: <br></br>a blip upon the radar screen.<br></br>Chased with dauntless vigor, <br></br>but hardly ever seen.<br></br>

https://seanpatrick.phd/2024/05/21/afterimage/

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Sarah Moore Wagner, "Getting My Body Back". (lemmy.world)

Sarah Moore Wagner, "Witch's Mark" (lemmy.world)

Adam Zagajewski, "Impossible Friendships". (lemmy.world)

stevencudahy, 2 days ago to poetry

keep it low level
and subdued
enough below notice
people don't
but are changed nonetheless
creep in like mice
and chew wiring
no one knows they need
until it fails
do not ask permission
commit violence
quiet and soft
as snow falling
outside the window
changing everything
secretly

#Poetry #Writing #vssPoem Thanks @worded_art for the prompt - subliminal.

stevencudahy, 2 days ago to poetry

like the bunched duvet
you left behind to haunt me
memory of wood
sucked dry by the thirsty flames
left ghost, a haunting
shaped from the fire's soft grey tears
collapses empty
beneath the settling structure
we carefully built
later i'll make the spare bed
leave ours your lost body's cave

#Choka #SmallPoems #Poetry #Writing #MastoPrompt 8 May 2024 - ash.

matty7w, 2 days ago to poetry

Three Curlew, a skylark
And a song without words
Both mournful
And triumphant
Floating
like a ship of dreams
Over the misty ocean.
Summer green
Brightens the morning
Chases the gloom away
And the pull of the hill
Is easing.
The air is full
Of the scent of the mow
But I'm up to my waist
In buttercups and lace
And deep in my heart
I know.
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