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Stefano Carini

@cieloceano.bsky.social

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Visionary fiction and poetry where history, daily life and cosmic myth share one reality: the soul cannot be erased, destruction serves renewal, and love never possesses. www.lulu.com/spotlight/skyocean © Stefano Carini. All rights reserved.

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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

#promptcombo #Apocalypse #heartofdarkness #milton #poetry @rfsmith.bsky.social This is an old one but thought may be fitting .

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

#poetsofdoom #arspoetica #terzarima @jenthorne.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

😁 Happy Sunday to all 😁 This weeks #PoetsOfDoom is going arsey - #ArsPoetica that is! Pick your favourite poetic form and write a poem about it, in said form. Clear as mud, right? Don't worry, there's a link below and a couple of examples to help clarify! www.writersdigest.com/write-better...

On Acrostics

A line must rise from the chosen word’s letter,
Craft out its bones like a patient typesetter.
Rules of rhythm and clarity guide your pen,
Organise thoughts so they brighten again.
Showcase your thoughts, create and express,
Take each line as your chance to impress.
Inspiration flows when structure meets art,
Clever acrostics reveal both form and heart.

Do Not Go Gently into a Villanelle

Do not go gently into a villanelle,
Its chains of rhyme bind tight the poet’s hand,
Yet in its bondage, hidden wonders dwell.

As lines repeat, their echoes cast a spell,
A stubborn form that bows to no command.
Do not go gently into a villanelle.

Resist the lure of freedom’s restless swell;
Each stanza’s shape must first be wisely planned,
Yet in its bondage, hidden wonders dwell.

The poet curses rules they know too well,
Twisting lines to meet a strict demand.
Do not go gently into a villanelle.

But when the pattern sings, a truth will swell,
A beauty forged from order, fierce and grand;
Yet in its bondage, hidden wonders dwell.

Embrace the verse and let its cadence tell;
Yield to its grip and you will understand:
Do not go gently into a villanelle,
For in its bondage, hidden wonders dwell.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

harvest moon singing silent silver symphony selenic music filling the night with quiet small hours melting away #paintbywords #tanka #poetry

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

#PoemsAbout #DeadLetters @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry / #photography: ©Jan Peters, 2026/2024 #poetrycommunity #BlueskyPoetry #Grief #Loss #DeathAndDying #WeatherInversion #SignsAndWonders

Weather Inversion

Grief tags me when I learn that
You have just months left to live.

Mythos and lore speak of a
Sacred threshold that is
Crossed at such moments:

Brittle ground I tread -
Fragile air I breathe.

Late winter, two months before
You pass:

Thick fog squats down to dampen
Town and valley in a rare
Weather inversion that leaves
Peak and big sky unsullied.

Murk in April -
Two days after you pass -
Dulls my brain,
Muddles my sight.

Large, booming bird -
Rare in these parts -
Takes flight from an islet in the
Old abbey fishpond.

Heart gleams,
Vision brightens -

Now
I understand.

©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2026

©Jan Peters, 2024

Valleys and lower hills swathed in fog as a result of an early-autumn weather inversion. Southern Harz Mountains, Germany

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

#poemsabout #poetry The letter may be lost but never #deadletter #love #pantoum #blacksapphire

A Black Sapphire

I read that letter: ten years ago she wrote.
When the drizzle of her hair was a black sapphire.
Her skin a sandy storm, the sky to go before her eyes.
And nothing holding us back from the sea and its tides.

When the drizzle of her hair was a black sapphire.
Sometimes dawn tells, sometimes its afterglow hides.
And nothing holding us back from the sea and its tides.
I want to meet again before the darkest woods.

Sometimes dawn tells, sometimes its afterglow hides.
Where storms bear names of thunder, I’ll abide.
I want to meet again before the darkest woods.
A sax that plays the night into a thousand years.

Where storms bear names of thunder, I’ll abide.
She be my fire road, misty grass and bride.
A sax that plays the night into a thousand years.
I’ll stay beside her, even when her eyes turn into fear.

She be my fire road, misty grass and bride.
I read that letter ten years ago she wrote.
I’ll stay beside her, even when her eyes turn into fear.
When the drizzle of her hair was a black sapphire.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

A smile— in middle winter the scent of spring. #poetry

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

#poetsofdoom #crowds #dansa #poetry @jenthorne.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

dipping a white quill into her scarlet ink pot letters blossoming #dailyhaikuprompt #haiku #senryu

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Imagine: the whistle of words in the ancient, as voice, when silence as a mantle embraced our songs, and hearing your heart was the tangible choice.

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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

@sonnetsmith.bsky.social #beech #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub #Villanelle #LiteraryPoetry #PoeticImagination

The Disinherited Knight

Imagine: the whistle of words in the ancient, as voice,
when silence as a mantle embraced our songs,
and hearing your heart was the tangible choice.

Beneath the beech tree our swords shall rejoice:
I’ll ride to the lady where my oath now belongs.
Imagine: the whistle of words in the ancient, as voice.

The day we shall name the wind’s whispers as noise,
our tongues will have cast thorns of reason through wrongs;
and hearing your heart was the tangible choice.

I sail on this draft, where sand waves rejoice;
my horse is of paper, its lengthy condition prolongs—
imagine: the whistle of words in the ancient as voice.

There is no time left among peers but invoice:
our time is now sold in worn leather thongs;
and hearing your heart was the tangible choice.

The kings of this age have speeches of poise—
their manners are scrapers of wood made old toys.
Imagine: the whistle of words in the ancient, as voice,
and hearing your heart was the tangible choice.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

2 #haiku: #PoemsAbout #Strays. #poetry #whalesandroses

Do whales ever cry?
their tears flow—immortal nights
deep into tides

harvesting roses—
on perilous paths of dew,
memories in thorns

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

@janpsolivagant.bsky.social #promptcombo #poetry #the90s Apologies this is not a new piece. But that’s what I did in the 90s. :)

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

@sonnetsmith.bsky.social #writers #Dew #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

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Quill of Mnemosyne @sonnetsmith.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Hello Wild Walk #writers Dewdrops on grass blades, Early morning memory Of nights beneath stars Your word today is #Dew Use the image/word to inspire your writing. #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

For #poetsofdoom This is a #contrapuntalpoem between and #haiku and a #echoversepoem #poetry @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social

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Quill of Mnemosyne @sonnetsmith.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

#PoetsOfDoom mixing forms challenge. This one is a Villanelle written with Haiku, and ending on a tanka (the last stanza is a little off from a normal villanelle because Tanka ..) A Villanous Haiku @jenthorne.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social #poetry #wasp

Gentle buzzing rings
Through silence, once so sublime
Wait to feel the sting.

Still can't see a thing,
Could just be a fly this time...
Gentle buzzing rings

There it is, a glimpse.
Black and yellow warning signs
Wait to feel the sting

Now, panic rising
Up the windowpane it climbs
Gentle buzzing rings

Incessant humming
Echoes through my aching mind
Wait to feel the sting

Gentle buzzing rings,
Still anticipating crimes
Wait to feel the sting
Nothing comes, it seems that I'm
Afraid of hoverflies...

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

For #faultline. #poemsabout #poetry #villanelle The crack rarely begins in this lifetime.

When I Was the Secret

My name was secret, when I was the night:
for love had flown across the winged day
where even shadows wore a cloak of light.

A human birth is mirth of clouds in may,
a whimsy whisper bound to bear its might.
My name was secret, when I was the night.

Words are but dust particles, carrying on their say
in spinning outer space of matters dark and bright
where even shadows wore a cloak of light.

Your meaning comes by, while I’m far away:
I—flying kite while I should be a knight.
My name was secret, when I was the night.

A woman’s hand are what isn’t meant to stay
because of dawn—both black and white are right:
where even shadows wore a cloak of light.

We’re on this world, yet we’re not meant to pray;
not even when our woods unfold in blights.
My name was secret, when I was the night:
where even shadows wore a cloak of light.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

For @daveashleypoet.bsky.social and #poetsofdoom on #autumnal #terzarima (kind of) #dreams #poetry @jenthorne.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

@daveashleypoet.bsky.social another one for the #Autumnal #PoetsOfDoom collection. I hope my #RhymeRoyal impresses you enough to earn me a hobnob once I'm off this stupid diet! #Poetry

Autumn Announced

A door opens to a grey dawn's sharp chill
Dew rests easy on those early vagrants
Keen to shake dependence on chlorophyll
The air drenched with their dying fragrance
While the sky sings songs of sunbound migrants
Unpack jumpers and fire up the heating
Autumn has sent its very first greeting

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

#PromptCombo #Personified #banklessriver #poetry For @emteepoetry.bsky.social Forgive me—this is an odd choice for the prompt, but please bear with me.

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Emily Tee @emteepoetry.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

Thanks to @jenthorne.bsky.social for last week's prompt! This week #PromptCombo is #Personified You can bring to life inanimate objects or use it metaphorically. If you want more rules, go for 10-16 lines. A poem & photo to kick things off. Tag me @emteepoetry.bsky.social in your response!

Photo of a tree trunk with protrusions looking like an eye, nose and mouth, leaves like hair

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 27/07/2026

Dear readers and writers: I’ll be silent from time to time. I need some time to read and let things sink in. Perhaps poetry, like music, is an iteration of sound and silence.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

For #poemsabout and #badhabits an #awdlgywydd

Can you forgive?

I told me to let it go,
be like snow, spring to forget;
but our mind is a lizard
still—sun’s hard warmth not yet met.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 23/07/2026

Love the ending!

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

#Poetry #PoetryCommunity #IrishPoeticForms #Droigneach #PhilosophicalPoetry #WritingCommunity #AmWriting #PoemOfTheDay

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 22/07/2026

Let’s try out an #awdlgywydd with this one…

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

A dialogue with #williamblake #poetry #joyandwoe

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

#writers #Needle #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

@rfsmith.bsky.social I manged to get it sort of how I wanted it, so here is my second offering for #RealPeople 🙏 #PromptCombo #Poetry

Poetry Readings
(or Why Must We Always Ascend? )

It always seems to begin with stairs.
A winding and steep pilgrimage.

Up staircases that spiral like plot twists,
past signs that say mind your head,
past faded pictures of the glory days.
Into elderly, cramped rooms,
scented with the memories of spilt drinks.
Filled with mismatched chairs,
filled with mismatched people.

You jostle for a place and settle down.
And then the poets rise.
One by one, they stand.
Some with the poise of seasoned magicians,
others with the tremble of someone
showing you their heart,
hastily wrapped in a Tesco receipt.

They speak of grief and pigeons,
of mothers and mushrooms,
of heartbreak and the bus to the Post Office.
They find wonder in the mundane,
alchemy in the overlooked.

Not every poem is polished.
Some are gloriously lopsided,
like a cake baked with too much hope
and not enough flour.
Each one a revelation.
A glimpse into someone else’s sky.

There you sit, awestruck.
Not because every line is perfect,
but because every voice is brave.
Because they climbed the stairs too,
and let you look through
a cracked, glorious, unexpected window.

You listen.
You wonder.
And leave lighter.

Reminded of how many ways
there are to be human.

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William Blake @williamblake.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

Last Judgement www.wikiart.org/en/william-blake/la…

Last Judgement

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

#realpeople #poetry #terzarima #writing #writesky #promtpcombo @rfsmith.bsky.social

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

#poetsofdoom #contrapuntalpoem #poetry @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

Maybe these three? 🙂 The last one isn’t a character, but it’s the closest I could get.

From left to right: Siddhartha (from Hermann Hesse’s book), Robin Hood and a killer whale.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 17/07/2026

I asked the evening to lend me her mist—she smiled: a mantle of thistles #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub #writers

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C. Oulens @owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social · 17/07/2026

#ExitWounds? Sure, but . . . For #PoemsAbout, an ekphrastic piece, #photographybyme @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk Also for #PaintByWords #road #Oulens #senryu #haiku #haiga #poetry #micropoetry #poetrycommunity #PhotographersOfBluesky #scapes #streetscape

(The spacing may not come out here as in the image)

Conspiracy

by C. Oulens

. . . but the trees will bow and

lights will

bend

for a lorn star

to find

its lost lane

A night scene: a quiet lane winding through dense greenery. Tall palms arch toward one another, framing a single star between two of their trunks, low in a dark blue sky. Lights from a neighbouring building illuminates a part of the street and foliage, leaving the rest in shadow.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

A #pantoum for #poemsabout and #exitwounds #poetry

Why Am I Here?

I put the toys in order, locked the keys.
Then what’s that ancient murmur?
At night it wakes me, then disappears.
The mirror’s asking me—why am I here?

Then what’s that ancient murmur?
I walked uphill across forests of sand.
At night it wakes me, then disappears .
I circled the same roads across the years.

I walked uphill across forests of sand,
Their grains lifted by wind to join the stars,
I circled the same roads across the years,
I shall see the sea when sand disappears.

Their grains lifted by wind to join the stars.
I put the toys in order, locked the keys,
I shall see the sea when sand disappears.
At night it wakes me, then disappears.

By Stefano Carini

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 16/07/2026

#BookSky #LiteraryFiction #VisionaryFiction #IndieAuthor #BookExcerpt Choose to live, to know joy and inevitably suffer, and still remain open, loving and fully human in the world. #amidlifenightsdream medium.com/@triers_unba...

Choose to live, to know joy and inevitably suffer, and still remain open, loving and fully human in the world.

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Jen Thorne @jenthorne.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social I am really not sure about this one, so be kind. You gave us a devilishly tricky #PromptCombo this week with #MapPoem 😈

Surrender

Waves move through me,
not water, but a shifting geometry of pain.

I take the bitter shapes,
fragments
dissolving
into the body’s quiet machinery.

Relief is a distant horizon,
a thinning of edges,
a soft blur where thought unravels.

Darkness gathers
not as threat,
but as a vast field without centre,
a place where holding on becomes impossible;
unnecessary.

In that formlessness,
I drift into surrender.

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

morgengrauen glüht — der abglanz meiner träume in gelben rosen * dawn is glowing — reflections of my dreams in yellow roses #haiku #Gedicht #poetry

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William Blake @williamblake.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

The Inscription over the Gate www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/blake-…

Purchased with the assistance of a special grant from the National Gallery and donations from the Art Fund, Lord Duveen and others, and presented through the the Art Fund 1919

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 15/07/2026

Published today: The Desert and the White Cloud. From sixteenth-century Zeila to modern New Zealand, two women—five centuries apart—refuse to give up who they are. #VisionaryFiction #HistoricalFiction #BookSky #Writers #WriteSky #thedesertandthewhitecloud www.lulu.com/shop/stefano...

The Desert and the White Cloud

From sixteenth-century Zeila to modern New Zealand, two women confront radically different forms of power. Their stories are joined by the same courage: the refusal to surrender who they are and the p...

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

Before everything, there was love—and love needed somewhere to go. Death narrates his journey with his beloved Creation across the birth of time, war and human history. Destruction allows life to dream again. #VisionaryFiction #BookSky #LiteraryFiction #Writers #WriteSky medium.com/@triers_unba...

She Dreams of Me

Before everything was, there was nothing but love. And love needed somewhere to go.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

Red petals howling Whirlwinds of wrath: mistaken Shape of human love

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Matthias (watering thoughts) 🦄🧚‍♂️🐉 @ignorantfairy.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

For #promptcombo #MapPoem I tried out this form Thanks to @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social for hosting #poetry #poetrycommunity

traveling empty roads
neither here nor there

true North became an illusion
crossroads presented the ultimate choice

feet like lead, head stuffed with cotton
a different path emerged at last

while destiny remained unclaimed
I tamed all my wild ideas
and fled into the brightness
of a fresh morning

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 14/07/2026

London, 1588 and 2025. A violinist reborn as a financial consultant confronts the same spirit of war across four centuries—and discovers that love cannot be possessed. #BookSky #LiteraryFiction #Reincarnation #amwriting #writers #writesky #visionaryfiction medium.com/@triers_unba...

A Blade of Grass

From “My Always is You – Tides of Power and Love.”

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

For #promptcombo #MapPoem and @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social with thanks #poetry #terzarima #williamblake

Urizen and I

A howling wind went through the night
carving my years as human sleep.
Darkness was called wrong, light was named right

while I sailed across seas in the deep.
In a round cave a lion with wings
shattered in its fangs what scrolls used to keep.

The endless bell on my ship rings,
waters before us open as rain:
while sky and sea on the horizon swing.

I see no names to give to pain,
the lion roars, the wind’s recall
made me, though wordless, here to remain.

Whenever one in awe may fall
bottomless oceans open beneath:
their waters cold, yet burn us all,

any bare skin willing to sink.
Learning to live: hold hands with fear—
leaving the shores in fading grey ink.

Thunders of time, clouds raining spears—
melt in the oceans a forever near.

Picture—The Ancient of Days, by William Blake.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 13/07/2026

The kid here is definitely me. bsky.app/profile/ciel...

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 12/07/2026

For @daveashleypoet.bsky.social With thanks #PoetsOfDoom #friendship @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social #poetry

Why do I write?
By Stefano Carini

I do not wish to write
to be known and seen,
not for validation,
not even for me.

I do not need to know
if I’m good or bad
in shaping words.

For what it’s worth,
I am no more than a shadow
dancing in the darkness,
a flicker of fire—lightless.

I write because I must;
as words are embers of my soul,
and still, they are the distance
inside my own infinity.

And we are countless drops
made of the same saltwater
yet, unaware—locked
in distant gardens.

How lovely it would be
to cross the ivy bridge
with you—fellow artist,
and make of our lacks and gifts
a single echo in the blue.

But even when I say that to you,
the words return to me—
they are the very distance
within me.

Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 12/07/2026

#7syllablesentence #prompt #deep Breeze is a drop of the deep.