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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 3h

A gripping story #turningpages to find out what comes next will they all survive or at the end of the day do we have to dig new graves? #OurPoetryX #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 3h

a #reddened sunset it looks like the sky has been painted with blood the darkness creeps underneath the clouds you can feel the menace #OurPoetryX #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 11h

Sufficiently shamed, Reddened in every way, Of a thousand slaps. #OurPoetryX #reddened #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

#WritingCommunity #vss365 @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social - Canned This darkly luminous limbo told me Something was not right I looked down at my body Floored Like a slough Then up at the dazzling light Steady Not wanting to make A haunted dwelling I was not quite... 1/6

Canned

This darkly luminous limbo told me
Something was not right
I looked down at my body
Floored
Like a slough
Then up at the dazzling light
Steady
Not wanting to make
A haunted dwelling
I was not quite ready
To break
Away

Memories echoing like a dream

A banshee
Wearing a fuchsia-red sky
Stood by
The window -- cold scream

Was she the one who did this to me?

No.
They only ever announce
Don't bounce
Around and kill
At will

Calmly
I turn the pages
Of balmy
Memoirs

Bogeyman
Luring in shade
Behind doors
Creep hated me
'Cause I would not pee
My pants

The Count
Long in the tooth
Casket sleeping booth
Always thirsty
Aversion to garlic
My favourite food

Brainless Zombie Zed
Always wanted to get
Into my head
That sucker

Bugger

Following a pull
A look down reveals
A can opener
Rammed into my skull

See!
It must have been Zed
Gave me death's kiss

On the threshold a hiss
Kitty the Cat
Is staring at me
I watch her breakdown
In disbelief
"Why?"
I ask full of grief

"The stinking canned
Diet you kept me on
Should be banned"
She cries
"Boo-hoo..."

I should have kept her
In a cage too

That's what you get
I think
Look at the light
And blink
Trust is like using a sieve
As a safety net

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

Turning pages, the Nooses and cages, badges And gauges, the rage. #OurPoetryX #TurningPages #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

#WritingCommunity #vss365 #BornBattleReady @darkxfer.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social - What's Left Behind Your diary On your desk With my name on it An evocative solicitation Congregate demons Energise me With morbid curiosity On the final page A fatuous... 1/3

What's Left Behind

Your diary
On your desk
With my name on it
An evocative solicitation
Congregate demons
Energise me
With morbid curiosity
On the final page
A fatuous request
It quakes
Through mark and bone
How we always polarise
Even now
Tears fill my eyes
I will comply
This time
Love is
All I would have taken
With me
But not you
Ravenous for yours
I climb
Into
Your final bed
Blue sky
Yawning
Six feet above
No tear is shed
For me
Marooned
In your grave

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 11/10/2026

#WritingCommunity #vss365 (siren) @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social - Evaporation I hear the siren And dissociate From contingent flesh Into bleeding hues Of neon dreams (I wish they were pastel) A small shadow Even here As witches advocate A... 1/3

Evaporation

I hear the siren
And dissociate
From contingent flesh
Into bleeding hues
Of neon dreams
(I wish they were pastel)

A small shadow

Even here
As witches advocate
A female's right
To her own experience
It does not alleviate
The pain
Of the evisceration
That he masks
As good intentions

The shadow is growing

I remember this
I fought it before
Now I grew weary
Fatigue

The shadow bleeds more black

My neon dreams evaporate
I'm ready
To let
Mushrooms and moss
Have me

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

Marooned with a view, Horizon of blending hues, Stranded in the blue. #OurPoetryX #marooned #BlendingHues #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Jaime @jamellen.bsky.social · 10/10/2026

You’ve lit my wick our bodies in rhyme nerve endings tick You’ve lit my wick blending blue hues, bite and lick glorious moments in time You’ve lit my wick our bodies in rhyme #Triolet #OurPoetry @ourpoetryx.bsky.social #Sensewrds 279 #vssdaily #blue #moment #PenStricken #wick

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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

The #marooned sailors defied all the odds and their wicked captain survive and thrive a hundred years pass a port stands where their raft washed up on a desolate beach #OurPoetryX #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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James Mullen @narwhals9.bsky.social · 09/10/2026

2/2 Night drew to hold me Recalling your eyes My worst visions vanquished I drifted inside Here I’ll stay Here I’ll stay Tomorrow comes early Settle in by my side Tell me your secrets We need no more lies Love will abide Love will abide #OurPoetryX @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Winter Ives @winterives.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

Special thanks go to: Our Poetry: vanquish @ourpoetryx.bsky.social vss365 host: sin @davidcs-aw.bsky.social Paint by Words: apple @paintbywords.bsky.social @tregallery.com inkMine: spineless, sychophants @inkmine.bsky.social @baronderosa.bsky.social

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Winter Ives @winterives.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

Vanquish the myth A false tale of sin Involving an ancient apple What nonsense! Only spineless sycophants Ring-kissing miscreants Accept the abuse And subjugation of women #vss365 #inkMine #OurPoetryX #poetsofbluesky #blueskypoets #PaintbyWords #EastCoastKin #poetrysky #writesky #ECK 🎨Magritte

Renee Magritte
The Son of Man, 1964
Oil on Canvas
Private Collection

Magritte painted it as a self-portrait.

The painting is of Magritte in an overcoat and a bowler hat standing in front of a low wall, beyond which are the sea and a cloudy sky.

Magritte’s face is almost obscured by a green apple. However, his eyes can be seen peeking over the edge of the apple.

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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

#Vanquish your ghosts both inner and outer so you aren't haunted by the past days distracted as the present flies on by and the future rushes up way too fast #OurPoetryX #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

#WritingCommunity #poetry #vss365 (sin) @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @madp03t.bsky.social - Falling One yellowing, heart-shaped leaf cannot hold on to the aspen any longer. Green protruding veins still reminisce about Summer. A decorous... 1/6

Falling

One yellowing, heart-shaped leaf cannot hold on to the aspen any longer. Green protruding veins still reminisce about Summer. A decorous deception. Nobody can vanquish death.

I observe the aspen heart dance through the air past a few last sunflowers that are reflecting golden hues. Then, it veers towards rugose hydrangea. Perhaps it admires how beautifully they are ageing.

It does not make a difference, I think, as a sequel to memories unravels feelings I hoped had long gone. Now they are towering over me like monuments of shame and regret.

I know they are not mine. It was just convenient to park them in my nervous system. That one, that feels too much and bothersome to others. It seems people can never make up their minds.

Your rasping breath mixes with the aspen's susurration. The effects of the cough syrup must be wearing off. I shake the empty bottle and set it aside.

The dancing heart of gold sails on as I walk into the kitchen to fetch our steak knife. One clean cut takes care of it.

The aspen heart lands the instant the first drop of blood hits the floor.

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

Needing demons to Vanquish, to fight through anguish, Developing worth. #OurPoetryX #vanquish #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

she is #smitten by his suave grace his bright smile his sonorous voice he moves with the grace of a dancer the talk of the town she is just grateful to hang onto his arm #OurPoetryX #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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James Mullen @narwhals9.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

Functions fail In a flash Knees buckle Eyes lock Vibrations follow her voice Down every nerve Smitten Bite your tongue To hold in incoherence Bite your tongue Literally Joints are jelly Deep feelings melt & flow Come to me I smile Join me there #OurPoetryX @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

#vss365 @ladydecrescent.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social - Pagan Dreams The empty chair stands like an island amidst the busy fair. Warm lights illuminate the velvety darkness - as if to ward it off. Brown and golden leaves rustle under... 1/5

Pagan Dreams

The empty chair stands like an island amidst the busy fair. Warm lights illuminate the velvety darkness - as if to ward it off. Brown and golden leaves rustle under people's steps. The aroma of coffee percolating next to an open fire with roasted chestnuts is filling the air. A display of roses is bleeding colours onto concrete.

I'm walking in the shadows, watching stertorous corpses ridicule the old rites, pretending to be alive. Somewhere, a man is paying an encomium to the pittance rewarding those who keep this farce running. I'm almost smitten by his stance.

I rid myself of idle thoughts as I see a silhouette dance towards the spare seat. Your reminiscence is still strong. I gasp, then hold my breath in awe.

With my exhale, tension's dam breaks. The tempest is not vindictive. Yet, I'm not grieving the life eradicated from this town.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Smitten once bitten, Addicted to your nibbles, A cuddle junkie. #OurPoetryX #smitten #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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James Mullen @narwhals9.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

We don’t talk about it Where it started… Likely no one knows I just sit & smile And slowly watch it grow We don’t talk about it But I knows it’s feel How it changed Across the years Deeper, longer One now of many We don’t talk about it That first wrinkle #OurPoetryX @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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James Mullen @narwhals9.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Soft pages turned Slowly, with gentle fingers Wary of brittle fibers breaking Faded ink settled into Yellowing pages Calls from the past Stretch out to be remembered Run your fingers Over rippled letters Warped by passing time Still clinging to meaning #OurPoetryX @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Jaime @jamellen.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Their presence shrouds me softly; when im weary from the day. Parade of silvers sweep my soul shaking sorrow strikes of light patterns, sail by my nose wrinkles as I smile troubles melting away. #OurPoetry @ourpoetryx.bsky.social #wrinkle #Emoetry #weary Art by Jean Françoise Millet

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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Wrinkles are badges of age at least that is what the elders claim The years take their toll and the reminder there every time you look into the mirror grow old gracefully they all tell you while they try to stay young as long as they can #OurPoetryX #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

#WritingCommunity #vss365 @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social - Mummification Valour had set sail by the time silver moonlight poured through the window. This spineless sycophant did not even say goodbye. "Poltroon!" - He thought, quailing, weary of desire's... 1/5

Mummification

Valour had set sail by the time silver moonlight poured through the window. This spineless sycophant did not even say goodbye.

"Poltroon!"

- He thought, quailing, weary of desire's dreams. Trying to stay awake, he still hoped this grail would pass, tonight. Until he grew weary of hope. Then he grew weary of being awake, too.

The moment he had fallen asleep, Lily rode into the room on a silver ray. She smiled at the sight of this perfectly imperfect human.

Tonight, she did not come to snack.
Tonight, she would come to feast.

Her lips made the gentlest contact with his. Docile, his tongue answered to hers, longingly. Her kiss deepened softly until she got a hard response. Then she rode him. Long. Passionately. Come again? Of course. Harder, each time.

He earned every wrinkle...

Branches brushed lightly against the window at dawn. Right before the sunrise's gold poured into the room. It is rarely spoken of, but the morning does have a sense for elegant morbidity.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

Dimples to die for, Merry laughter line wrinkles, Reassuring smile. #OurPoetryX #wrinkle #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Jaime @jamellen.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Grounded, my feet a stone burden melting minds #OurPoetry @ourpoetryx.bsky.social #PenStricken #melt

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Our Poetry @ourpoetryx.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

I love the image this provokes. It has its own mood.

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Jaime @jamellen.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

A yellowing button, just the one; each hole was once stitched to his favourite jacket. Which remained in the back of the old oak wardrobe, safe like an old tatty boat in the harbour. #Vss365 #harbour #OurPoetry @ourpoetryx.bsky.social #Penstricken #button

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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

#yellowing paper esoteric manuscript with fading symbols penned long ago in secret now it is rediscovered #OurPoetryX #tanka #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

Sweet face & furry tail Quick, elegant moves along the rail Up & further up the tree In yellowing forest as if 2 flee Roaring hurricanes the woods await Roaming - acorns & nuts R the bait Every treasure will not be found Leftovers may grow from this ground - #vss365 #WritingCommunity #poetry

Sweet face and furry tail
Quick, elegant moves along the rail
Up and further up the tree
In yellowing forest as if to flee
Roaring hurricanes the woods await
Roaming - acorns and nuts are the bait
Every treasure will not be found
Leftovers may grow from this ground

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 05/10/2026

These yellowing days, Social safety net decayed, Madness on display. #OurPoetryX #yellowing #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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James Mullen @narwhals9.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Travel the roadway Burning up miles Falling deeper into forest See colors grow richer Mile after mile Inside roots growing Spreading out with my smile Getting grounded in the best way So worth my while Thinking back over centuries Coursing time in my veins #OurPoetryX @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Hope you are #grounded for the lightning outside rages with bright sparks the thunder booms the leaves rustle the thunderstorm comes with its full force in the dead of night #OurPoetryX #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

#vss365 @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social - Under The Same Sky A silver moon prepares a black canvas for the canopy of day, as memories surface of a life that once was mine. We were birds of a... 1/5

Under The Same Sky

A silver moon prepares a black canvas for the canopy of day, as memories surface of a life that once was mine. We were birds of a feather, then, congruous our rhythm, and our hearts a harbour for our love.

A golden dawn reveals what I already know: Everything that once grounded me is gone.

A sunrise, fiery red, reflects the torment of my love's mind, that, one day, he could take no more. When he changed for good, we became foreign birds.

A pink blush in the clouds remembers love. But I don't know anymore the troglodytic things he keeps in his malefic scullery. We used to write our story in tandem. Now I write. He erases.

The blue morning sky finds me mourning for the doors that will stay closed forever. So much to explore that will never be. And soon, those doors will have vanished, too.

This is not autonomy.
It is madness' reign.

Me?
I'm wilting by the window like a forlorn houseplant.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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James Mullen @narwhals9.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Running your face through my thoughts Remembering every smile Fashioned on your face Those fanciful eyes painting my outline Lips flushing full Flavorful and lush Do you recall the afternoon sunshine Warm me again Like Saturdays spent Chasing the wind #OurPoetryX @OurPoetryX

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James Mullen @narwhals9.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Step lightly through silence Avoiding the lonely words Escaping censure To be heard Each step is tricky We worry what will unfold If certain words are said Ears attune to peculiar sounds Some innocent at face value Our sanity slides through gaps Step true #OurPoetryX @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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James Mullen @narwhals9.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Nothing parts the morning fog Thick concealment Of the world Best laid plans Opaque Beyond the measure seen Moving slowly Eyes roving round Afraid of the unknown Until stillness prevails Then calm bargains For attention Willingly given #OurPoetryX @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 04/10/2026

Discontent winter, Grounded flights, lack of fuel, Food that spreads disease. #OurPoetryX #grounded #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

#WritingCommunity #vss365 @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social - Sabotaged An autumnal breeze - flavoured with salt, fungi, and bonfires - is carrying a robin's song. It lures me to follow its story. There is courage in the rising gusts and a moment of... 1/5

Sabotaged

An autumnal breeze - flavoured with salt, fungi, and bonfires - is carrying a robin's song. It lures me to follow its story. There is courage in the rising gusts and a moment of stillness emphasizes an airless escape.

The bird lived to tell the tale.

The wind picks up and in the rising gusts, I hear something snap. Then the crescendo of a wood chipper. Finally, not only the wind is screaming, but also a human voice.

With it the wind breaks.

The silence, almost deliciously wicked, does not last long. The wind now blows straight. It swallows the words it carries. I can only sense the rhetoric of resonance. This is not alacrity. It is reason lost in the unpredictable effects of wondrous enigma.

This one claimed a life less significant than a robin's.

I stand petrified as, with a loud crash, the wind smites the third tree from the left. By now, my cosmic daydreams have left, as well.

I want to leave.
But I cannot move.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

a #flavourful drink full of rum and spices an interesting shade of red the party is loud the music sublime a pity these guests are all dead #OurPoetryX #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Gingerbread house's Flavourful furnishings, a Bittersweet auction. #OurPoetryX #flavourful #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @ourpoetryx.bsky.social

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Stefanie Neumann @kokopellibfree.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

#vss365 @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @yeehawpoems.bsky.social @madp03t.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @ladydecrescent.bsky.social - Renovations A jack of all trades progresses in the macabre masquerade of our brave new world. Where next steps are coherent... 1/5

Renovations

A jack of all trades progresses in the macabre masquerade of our brave new world.
Where next steps are coherent with opaque reason.
Where justice is repulsed by the beak.
Where rhyme has fallen in step with insanity.

I remember this one little moment, almost too small to notice.
When bravery quietly blenched.
When skulls were ripped off of their own thoughts.
Where hearts started gleaming in wintry light - frozen.

Except for mine.
Mine was aching.
Feelings still smear over my lined face.
How dare I not be prettier?!

Grief might not be spry and I might not be able to move mountains, but at least I'm still alive.

I know this doesn't change a thing.

Tomorrow I'll plant more chrysanthemums.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

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sifaswriting.bsky.social @sifaswriting.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

a #tricky situation how do you keep your sanity in a crazy world where all is topsy turvy and good is bad and words do lie and smiles have hidden meaning? #OurPoetryX #poetry #writing #writingcommunity

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