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Stefano Carini

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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 .
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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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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Beautiful way to teach.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 27/09/2026
Very sorry to read this. Please take care and get checked over by a doctor soon.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Maybe that’s the part of us wishing to fly.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Beautiful place
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Another beautiful one, Matthias!
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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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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Don’t know why birds remind me of souls. Thanks for sharing.
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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
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 25/09/2026
Lovely!
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 24/09/2026
Goes together with the track open.spotify.com/track/5kapVb...
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Bossa Antigua
Paul Desmond · Bossa Antigua · Song · 1997
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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.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 22/09/2026
A smile— in middle winter the scent of spring. #poetry
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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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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 20/09/2026
beautiful image!
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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
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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.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
Beautiful wording on colours.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 18/09/2026
Not sure who’s the one left outside :)
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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
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
Congratulations!
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 17/09/2026
Is there a bit of Eliot in there?
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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. :)
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
Lovely poem Julian. Stars all over the skies And we—don’t know why Speak of sheeps to the shetlands. But the coast only hears sea murmur.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
Lovely!
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
Congratulations!
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
@sonnetsmith.bsky.social #writers #Dew #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 15/09/2026
what a beautiful idea
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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
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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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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 13/09/2026
It’s really a fun poem to read. Thanks for sharing.
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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...
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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.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 09/09/2026
A beautiful poem, Jen.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 08/09/2026
Truth be told, it was for the cookie :)
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 08/09/2026
I noticed the dance in your autumn poem too :)
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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
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 07/09/2026
Too kind, Emily. Comes from loved experience as it often happens. Sometimes I feel things happen to us because we’ve to write about them.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 07/09/2026
Keep catching the beauty around us :)
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 07/09/2026
Thanks Jen, hope everything’s fine with you!
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 07/09/2026
Lovely! Trees are always full of poetry.
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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
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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.
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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 27/07/2026
It’s very kind of you to check. No worries, here I was experimenting on a form on the limitations of our “official knowledge” to understand the world out there. In general, do not write confessional poetry: I.e. it’s not really about me as an individual.
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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.
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