Not every return is easy. Some are necessary.
#PoemsAbout is one of those.
Be in the room.
#PoemsAbout #OpenMic #Return

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#PoemsAbout #Gravity starts Friday. Write pressure. Pull. Weight.
What happens when the self can’t hold its shape?

5 minutes. That’s all you get.
Say something real or don’t take the slot.
#PoemsAbout returns.
#PoemsAbout #OpenMic #Return

Plainly it’s a cardboard Jesus and the metaphor could not be stronger

Argos is advertising a cardboard cutout… what is that… a doctor of some kind?

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What holds you in place? What pulls you under?
#PoemsAbout #Gravity — write the force you can’t escape.

You’re most welcome. It’s a lovely poem. That line “if knowing had a shoreline” - beautiful.

Call for Submissions: Poetry That Reaches Beyond - The Broken Spine Submissions Open Throughout April 2026 | Publication Later That Year

Religion. Space. Time. Mortality.
If your poem engages with any of these — without flinching — send it.
#Firmament #Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky

Call for Submissions: Poetry That Reaches Beyond - The Broken Spine Submissions Open Throughout April 2026 | Publication Later That Year

Write the poem that feels too large to hold.
Then control it.
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possible titles there is an edge for this the body stops here between signal and this is where day forgets itself if knowing had a shoreline before the word becomes at the border of heat the pattern almost holds one thing is still itself and already becoming something else

For this week's #PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing, I'm thinking about how an edge is where one thing is still itself
but already becoming something else.

Thank you to the host @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk and to all of the other writers.

#poetry #poem #writing #BlueSkyPoets

a cartoon character is flying through the air in front of purple clouds Alt: a cartoon character is looking up at a sky of purple clouds and it’s raining meatballs

The only joy about planning a trip to Ikea on a rainy weekend is that it’s cloudy with a chance of meatballs.

The photo shows a small pulmonaria plant growing in shingle. The poem reads: fugitive lungwort/ blotch-tongue leaves persuasive stem:/ driveway stone-breaker

Photopoem shared 10th April 2026

"sex doesn't belong in YA books"

Listen, I learned more about birth control, menstruation, and how to get and give consent to different acts from Tamora Pierce books than I did from my school. There's a huge difference between smut and showing teens what healthy sexuality is.

That’s lovely. So much better.

Pustinya Desert sacrament Affronts with its Bleak honesty, the Horror it prompts. Joyful at our Futility amid Beyond-worded Perils, it Cuts to the bone, Strips to gaunt, Naked intent. Mind denuded, Carnal as the Body unclad - Open to the Hazards of this Rugged land - Desert sacrament Asks that we stay Present, fit to Grasp ourselves only Insofar as we can Grasp the One. In such Blank fellness, We are hard, upright Splinter of Query. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2026 Pustinya (Russian, Slavic) – “Desert”, “Wilderness”, “Wasteland”, denoting spiritual retreat etc.

©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2024 Craggy sandstone formations festooned with graffiti, Klusfelsen Cliffs, Saxony-Anhalt, Germany

#PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing 🙏 @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#newpoem / #photography:
©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2026/2024

#Reading in comments 👇

#poetrycommunity #Mysticism #DesertSpirituality

Today's #PoemsAbout prompt #EdgeOfKnowing sent me (appropriately!) to unfamiliar territory. Many thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk. looking forward to reading other responses from the #poetrycommunity

Kinda maybe completely forgot about #poemsabout this week 🤦 #edgeofknowing

TOO CLOSE I get up on the edge of no wing coffee vapor headlines doomscroll like morning thermals I am the turkey vulture sin-eating the shit of human dis-ease my constitution like my country tested can’t get high enough over the canopy to keep my ass above the flames fanning the stench of roasted flesh and chemical burns pining for rare and calmer days circling in blue purified sky awash in carrion’s sweet rot sublime beyond the percolating stills and sugar sand trails bleeding cedar water a seasoned witch steeped in herbs and wildflowers singing to anyone who cares of magic I long to know her name the spell song from the edge of no wing I get down again

#PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing
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Yes, the phrases in italics allude to the song, Close to the Edge.

The Giver’s Disappearance   I gave until the edges came undone. A scaffold built for others to ascend. My name grew faint beneath what I had done.   Each morning broke with gauntlets to be run. A silent pact I never chose to bend. I gave until the edges came undone.   Their needs, like tides, eclipsed my only sun. No space to trace the self I could defend. My name grew faint beneath what I had done.   The mirror held a stranger I would shun. Feigned smiles without the strength to pretend. I gave until the edges came undone.   They praised the strength, the grace, the constant one. But never asked what I might need to mend. My name grew faint beneath what I had done.   Now duty speaks in voices not my own. A life I built but do not comprehend. I gave until the edges came undone.   My name grew faint beneath what I had done.

#EdgeOfKnowing

I don't feel like I know anything at the moment, and ignorance has proven to not be as blissful as promised!

But #PoemsAbout day is here 😊

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#poetry
#villanelle
#broken

For this week's #PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Will try to catch up with everyone (if my tech lets me - been playing up all week)

featherfooted consciousness as nighttime reaps uncertainty the veil of consciousness wears thin I float and hover — featherfooted dressed in stars and sunken dreams hold on while fraying at the seams no wars but scars turned wings through time and patience bears a source of light — tonight I stray let wonder carry heavy thought within this intimate embrace nesting in peace amidst old doubt just whispers — I refrain from shouting since time won't yield like gravity

My contribution to
#PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing

following the fraying threads of a lucid dream...

Thank you for the prompt
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk

Looking forward to read all other contributions, still some catching up to do...

Morning #PoemsAbout team. Today’s offering for the #EdgeofKnowing prompt is yet another for the ‘After the Meningitis’ collection! 😬 17 years down - and still vivid.
Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Happy Friday!
#poetry

At the Edge of Knowing At the edge of knowing the world grows quieter, released from the need to declare itself. A bird crosses the sky without becoming a sign. Light rests on the table, unclaimed. Even your own name loosens its hold, as if it belonged to someone else. You are there, but not gathered around yourself. Something opens not a thought, not yet a widening. This brief, unbroken sense of everything before it becomes what you know.

Here‘s one for #PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing Thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk

I had a ‏thought ‏A sweet thought ‏A stream of a thought ‏A babbling winding surging meandering river undertowing the thought ‏The thought in two thoughts of a thought of surrendering the sweetness of the ‏the ‏there… ‏the ‏,not no. Naught. of a By C. Oulens

For #PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing, I found a thought and followed it too far.?

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Thank you for reading 🙏🙏

#Oulens #BlueskyPoetry #micropoetry #poetry
#poetrycommunity #NaPoWriMo #WritingCommunity

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#PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing is live. Post from today through Thursday. Tag your post. Use Alt Text. #TakeRisks #EndOnAnImage #AvoidCliché. Engage—don’t ghost. Read 3+, repost, reply.

I’m seeing a lot of books “written” by children that are plainly 100% AI. Don’t do that. You’re not teaching your child to write a book, you’re teaching them how to cheat.

just to be clear, everyone, when 8 pm EDT comes and goes, regardless of what does or does not happen, the president still threatened genocide and war crimes and we should still impeach, arrest, and try him

A wounded soul
sees the wounds
in another,
knowing that feeling
of something missing

like a bird
fluttering to floor
with a broken wing,
beak blindly pecking
for something lost
that can't
be restored

perhaps a cure
is not realistic
but caring arms
& ears that listen
can be as healing
as any sling.

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#PoemsAbout returns.

Not revived. Not rebranded. Continued.

A space built for work that holds its ground — not posts that drift past and disappear.

No soft framing. Just the poem, and what it’s willing to risk.

Friday, April 10.

Show up with something that matters.

#PoemsAbout

Call for Submissions: Poetry That Reaches Beyond - The Broken Spine Submissions Open Throughout April 2026 | Publication Later That Year

Submissions are open.
#Firmament is looking for poetry that reaches beyond the immediate — into scale, silence, and the unknown.
This is not escape. It’s perspective.
#Slimline #PoemsAbout #PoetsOfBluesky