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Bohumila Author @bohumilao.bsky.social · 15/05/2025

I opened a book And the sun flooded my soul Never more alone. #bridahaiku #haiku #poetry #poem #book

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Merril D. Smith @merrildsmith.bsky.social · 16/05/2025

Good morning! I suppose I've continued last week's theme into this week's #PoemsAbout #NeverForget Thank you once again @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for this forum. I will be back in a bit to read--depending on how severe the storms are coming our way!

Poem
At the Borderline of Intangible

You can’t see the specks of stardust,
that scattered light beyond our vision,
infrareds, ultraviolets—
the blackholes that zip around us, drift
like our ghosts--

shadows almost seen.

You nearly forgot
the cold touch that brushed your cheek
with thoughts from the past,
a dream voice that called your name,

this time you woke,
this time you remembered

how the rain fell, a virga of possibility,
a deluge of inevitability
carrying flecks of all of us,
of everything,

the light.

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Sue Ibrahim @sueimnw.bsky.social · 16/05/2025

For this week's #PoemsAbout #NeverForget an old poem in memory of my Dad, but new to here, and fitting, I hope. With thanks to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and all those taking part. Will catch up with others later.

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Paul @paulwritespoems.bsky.social · 16/05/2025

For #PoemsAbout #NeverForget here is a piece called Summer Fade, a rework of an old poem of mine. Looking forward to reading others work throughout the day. Thanks to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for cultivating this community of writers 🙏

Summer Fade

I see the underskin twine
barely holding your life together,
cherry and plum threads
unraveling in midsummer twilight.

I tell myself it’s just the shade.

A lie I can live with
a lie to make you live - longer -
than the moulding bouquet
existing on the windowsill,
the lead crystal heavy with death
of mulching carnations and tulip stems.
I don’t know why no-one has replaced them—
but I do really.

When your head turns to face me
sometimes there’s a glint of silver
recognition in your moonswell eyes—
and the slightest cup of a smile held
on your saltstubble lips,
lasting no longer than a heartbeat.

When you retreat into the security
of the peppermint blanket,
dry tears scold my throat
while sterile walls, return my stare
unable to offer the answers
I hope for.

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John Adlam FRSA 🌈🌍 @johnadlam.bsky.social · 16/05/2025

#PoemsAbout #NeverForget Something on the stove, not yet cooked. But I must re-share this, 1st published @asylummagazine.bsky.social, about my Mum's Alzheimer's, when, like Persephone, she was still in and out of the world rather than gone away💔🙏 @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social

Persephone says

Persephone says that she dreams of the snow’s soft falling.
She sits in the shade all alone and she thinks
that there’s nothing worth learning, and no-one worth calling.

Persephone says she no longer remembers her reasons
for returning. Her pomegranate days seem palely out of synch
with the pull and the yearning of the seasons.

Persephone says she no longer believes in the meaning
of those small things that used to sustain her. Most nights, she drinks.
The woodlands are burning. She wearies of her long inbetweening.

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Laura Cooney *Motherbunnet* on sale @lozzawriting.bsky.social · 16/05/2025

For @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #poemsabout #neverforget a poem about my grandmother. I wrote this a while back but edited it a bit for today as short on time this week. Hope it works ok. @alanparry83.bsky.social Alt included. #poetsonbluesky #prompt #poetry #poems

Flask

A Tenby, sand-crust afternoon
one souvenir mug,
because I thought Tenby was 'Denby.'
We laughed, bathed our toes.
The ebb of the still water of time lay upon us.

There's only approximately
one fettered mug of her left
one place left to visit,
I can almost taste her scones.
I'll never make it to Ardnamurchan.

One cup of granny by the shore.
she'd have spat out her tea at that,
"one lump or two?" She'd have squealed.

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Bobby-David Mitchell @bdmpoet.bsky.social · 04/05/2025

Waiting to Return (Revised Version) - this was actually a poem I wrote in high school that I revisited and revised a couple of years ago. #poetry #poet #poem #poems #revision

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Meraki @meraki-k.bsky.social · 29/04/2025

sunset over the sea a streak of auburn in her hair #haiku

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JRBHaiku @jrbhaiku.bsky.social · 04/05/2025

bouquet of lilies gifted to my valentine fire in my hearth #DailyHaikuPrompt (hearth, lily) #haiku

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Amy Borgman @amyborgman.bsky.social · 28/04/2025

at the bird feeder the comings and goings of precious migrants #dailyhaikuprompt (gleaner) #micropoetry #haiku

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Scriberly @nomadwriter.bsky.social · 06/05/2025

His scent was sweet #Vellichor infused And she couldn’t get enough; His spine was the binding Of a hundred days, lost at sea His lips still salted with mystery And a lingering thrill That her teeth itched To bite into And she could read all his life From the parchment Fluttering in his gaze #vss365

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INK_John @intjohn.bsky.social · 05/05/2025

After the exorcism, she didn’t vanish No blaze, no cry—only quiet She lingered, soot-stained and hollow, fingers ghosting where the blaze had carved its name in bone Yet her heart—defiant, unbeholden—kept beating Not for penance, nor mercy, nor grace, but for the chance to begin again #BlueSkyRelay

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Gabe Valentine ~ hiatus ~🐬🌊🏝️🧜🐳 @poetguygabe.bsky.social · 05/05/2025

Some say you can lose your heart but don't lose your head, but my head is nowhere to be found when my heart is madly in love with someone or some thing. I say lose your head open your #heart get it broken again and again pick up the pieces and put yourself back together one more time #blueskyrelay

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 06/05/2025

In swansong, elegy of effigies, Masked visages that carry Eulogies through entropy's seas, Terrible lovers, unable to marry, Too melancholic for dread, All hail the victorious dead. #vss365 #elegy #writing #writingcommunity #verse #poem

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david wiggins @wordingway.bsky.social · 02/05/2025

∴ karma coils sunwise latchkin teases sedge-braid picks hares cough out cunning · fern-fletched, a crow shrugs leaflust clues sense moss-stitch clefts sly briars unlock ∴ #vss365 #haikufeels #PoemsAbout #Green @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #writingcommunity

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Moxyris @moxyris.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

When we suppress who we truly are, our minds sense the disconnect and register it as a threat. That’s why people who pretend often feel drained; it takes far more energy to be someone we’re not than to simply be real. Remember, you don’t need to perform for the world. Just be.

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olived2.bsky.social @olived2.bsky.social · 27/04/2025

in the morning light a wish comes unbidden soon lost faint hopes lost dreams beating on the windows of a night so dark the ghosts of time

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He_art_tree 🌳 @producerdave.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

I dreamed of a song shaped like spirals 1 note wide 9 colors deep, just lines of space wrapping sound ~~~~us~~~~ like a voice \folded/ into a __________waterfall and your name, breathing just beneath it. #poetry #photography #poem

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Flame of Firedrake @flameoffiredrake.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

She's a girl Of hummingbird hues Climbing up Through clouds Into Land of rainbows Yet She wept Such bitter Heartfelt Tears As Once The grass So spangled With daisy Now cut Their little souls Bled yellow Into darkest green And Her tears Did little To bring them peace

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Meraki @meraki-k.bsky.social · 04/05/2025

vanished magically the sun that went rolling under a tree #haiku

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Scriberly @nomadwriter.bsky.social · 04/05/2025

Lana Del Ray plays faintly In distance of mind Rather than sense; Broken #echolalia Like the sound of a parent Calling When no-one is home Their presence stuck In a shadowed doorframe — She knows the song Heard it on repeat several times Vinyl crackling Beneath the thin needle Of her pulse #vss365

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Amy Borgman @amyborgman.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

fog cannot dissipate a brilliant fire orange poppies #HaikuSaturday #Haiku

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Paul @paulwritespoems.bsky.social · 02/05/2025

For #PoemsAbout #Green here is my piece titled Eostre. Dont think I’ve shared this for previous prompts. @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social pleased to be part of this ever growing community 🙏 🌿🌱🌳

Ēostre: A Day an The Life
She rises to a skylark’s dawn,
in a velvetine robe of shallow mist,
delicate feet floating to ground.

Ringlets of auburn Saxon hair
topple like kingdoms until she pins a braided crown with blackthorn and gorse.

A thistly smile curls her lips,
resentment spreading like nettles to her eyes,
at memories of her goddesshood and heritage enslaved by Rome, then bastardised by chocolate merchants,

but still she yearns to comfort,
and save the earth from the season’s sickness,
man has sown —
she is a mother after all.

Slipping on straw-gold sandals
she transforms to hare;
sprint-leaping from tree to meadow
coaxing the leaffirst from its overslumber,
unseen apart from the glimmertouch of breeze
rustling outreaching spindled fingers,
gently sharing her alms.

At the fall into night, she climbs to a human form,
staring aghast at the altar of the modern world,
wondering if it is time to let go.

And then she hears a mistle thrush.

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𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕪 𝕆𝕨𝕖𝕟 @markantonyowen.com · 02/05/2025

For today's #poemsabout #green with @brokenspinearts.bsky.social, a brutally short poem for a friend whose life was cut brutally short. Had we not known each other as kids, I'd probably still not know about granny-pop-out-of-beds ...

Granny-pop-out-of-beds

Twists of milk on the coiling green –
winding, all the way back to you.
You showed me how to goose grannies.
Like you, this will never grow old.

Granny-pop-out-of-beds – otherwise known as hedge bindwind.

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 03/05/2025

Patterned in ink, I Put pen to paper again, Words like forest fires. #vsspoem #AmWriting #WordedArt #haiku #poem #writing #writingcommunity

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Rachel Burrows @rburrows.bsky.social · 02/05/2025

A very literal interpretation this week. #Green #PoemsAbout It’s been so beautiful out there at 6am. Thanks @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and @alanparry83.bsky.social Happy Friday!

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Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · 02/05/2025

Dappled in verdant Hues, canopy sways, whispers, Leaves happily dance. #PoemsAbout #Green #haiku #poem #writing #writingcommunity @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social

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Stefano Carini @cieloceano.bsky.social · 01/05/2025

The Most precious Colour This poem was originally written for my daughter, though it is also for the imperishable innocence within all of us. #PoemsAbout #Green #poetry @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social

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Fiftywords @fiftywords.bsky.social · 02/05/2025

This weeks #poemsabout #green was rich with inspiration and here’s my contribution with thanks to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social

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David Birch @davidbirch.bsky.social · 02/05/2025

Today's offering for #poemsabout #green is both a lament and celebration: many thanks @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for the prompt #poetrycommunuity #BlueSkyPoets

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