I once saw a bomb
pulsing
in the middle of a forest
but when I went back
decades later
there was a lock
of my own hair
in its place
and it smelled of pixels
as the spring breeze
whispered realities
that welcomed me back
to a place I've never been.
#poetry
beyond the bells and stardust
the night sky full of light falling into limbs
and other tines is a music slow as lightning finding time
not as a matter of recording but rather how we wear ourselves between kindness and what flowers in this world attracting us to purpose
beyond how we measure it
What a beautiful write!
#livid waves
lapping
the edges of
her reality -
calm presence
before the storm,
poised there
on the
precipice
dive
in,
be reborn
#emoetry #poetry #change #ocean #photography
*photo by Mark Stanley and used with permission
When you ask a poet why they don't write a novel, whatever they tell you, this is what they mean.
WE WILL BE THERE When quietude seems illusive in a world bound by its own flailing, when your pleas for coherence seem to go ignored as your memories split themselves into infinity, we will be there holding a chalice the size of a planet's fist from which you can drink until your wounds become a backdrop for a party where every guest shares your newborn smile and cuddles your frown until it becomes a hummingbird that files south for today.
Despite what the alphas and misanthropes may say, community is super important for our survival and quality of life!
#vss365 #illusive #emoetry #ignored #poetry
I revolve around the tooth
that gnaws at dusk.
The sky thinks it is starving
but I think
it just feels hopeless
because there is vomit
where the clouds part
to let joy in.
#vss365 #revolve #emoetry #hopeless #poetry
FRUSTRATION Gratitude cannot save this day. The taste of the highway never seems to leave my clay tongue and as I reach out to save what's left of a library covered in eczema, my hand twitches and returns to my side, grasping fog. I'm fascinated by the ECG that hides in the corner of my skull; it whispers fresh slurs to the guts below but I swear they're as loud as the bomb I ride to Neptune.
A tempest raging in the world,
Through every crack it swirls,
Violence rushing through bodies, shades of red,
Sowing living dead,
#thursdaymood #poem #poetry #thoughts #writer #vss365 #tempest #WriteMap 461 #blue #war
Beautiful!
Morning opens softly
like magnolia blooming—
I'm grateful for
its calm shades
a wish to be
as the farmer
harvesting stalks
to import into
black rose days
that feel more minus
than plus—
where not a thing
can facinate
for now,
I'll breathe in
the sweet
vanilla scent,
leaving thorns
to yesterday.
i am grateful
for you
for me
for those who rise each day and go about their lives unseen
for the bakers and the teachers
for the nurses and those who clean and cook
i am grateful
for those who serve without weapons of imperial design
for those who feed our hearts and our minds
i am grateful
Thank you!
POST-WEB 2.0 TRAUMA
I feel the tempest
welling in my knuckles.
I pound on the complexities
of post-web 2.0 trauma
until it becomes flat
and all I've proven
is how it's better
to gouge the eyes
than engage
with machines
without gears.
#vss365 #tempest #emoetry #flat #poetry
This
Thank you!
LOVE LETTER TO SOLITUDE I've removed myself from an equation of soap hearts and piano wire. Lately, I've been lounging on a pedestal, emboldened by the empty space that surrounds me. As frustrated empires fall under the weight of their own shadows, I write a love letter to solitude and place it to my breast in a romantic gesture that could only be matched by the end of the world, fluttering.
While I do find romantic love beautiful, the process of achieving it (especially nowadays) is painful and tedious in my opinion. I've grown to love myself too much to put myself through that.
#emoetry #emboldened #vss365 #frustrate #poetry
Whoa!
Downy woodpecker clinging to a suet feeder, side view, black and white plumage with red spot, blurred background. He tolerates me only 3 feet away.
downy on suet
i'm only three feet away
which of us is bolder
#emoetry #Emboldened #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #JustWrite #WildlifePhotography #Birds #Birding #Woodpecker #Haiga #ImageAndVerse #EastCoastKin #BirdsOfBluesky
Thank you!
FLOAT Maybe I'll tapdance on the lip of a bear trap while endorsing pacifism. Maybe I'll put down my nylon bible in defiance of life. I swear my hands look more like my father's every day; with them, I build a universe from a million faulty satellites and I float, naked, into a dreamless joy.
This is probably the closest to a "structured" poem I'll ever write. And it wasn't even intentional lol.
#vss365 #endorse #emoetry #defiance #poetry
RISE TO NEUTRALITY They've been challenged by the kind word of a scythe and the grief of the newly born. Today, a god that once wavered in the gaze of Their creation will rise to neutrality and the stomach acid that once replaced Their prolactin tears becomes another victim of a face that turns to watch the moon blink instead.
Sometimes, it's enough to be neutral. As long as we don't dwell in the pessimism!
#emoetry #challenged #vss365 #waver #poetry
Hiraeth never #wavers Nor settles very far from its home. Dwelling in the space between sadness and grief. As one’s hope in its passing. Gives way to despair. Unfulfilled expectations A hearts dreams of belonging, of refuge. When exposed to the empty arms of reality. *My image / My words written for today’s prompt of #waver Black and white image of an old abandoned home nestled between the overgrown surrounding fields and trees. Are harshly laid bare. #vss365 #imageandverse #EastCoastKin #poetry #poem #writer #words #Australia #story #photography #BNW #Landscape #ClassicMono
Hiraeth never #wavers
Nor settles very far
from its home.
Dwelling in the space between sadness and grief.
As one’s hope in its
passing.
Gives way to despair.
Unfulfilled expectations
A hearts dreams of belonging, of refuge.
When exposed to
the empty arms of
reality.
Are harshly laid bare.
#vss365
I'm giving myself over
to the first #waver of spring.
Nothing but sparrows
everywhere among the buds
singing away the frost
#vss365
Poem written and Copyright (c) 2026 by Eric Montgomery (@madp03t.bsky.social). All Rights Reserved. coffee, black with a side of silence before first light breaks no questions, please the world not yet awake fewer people, i like paper holds what I don’t say ink moves before sound
#PoetsOfDoom #ILike #prompt #poetry #writing
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