An 8 Billion Cast Holds Outstretched A Single Spot-lit Yorick Disinterred each month, its slowly fattening-grin fully-facing when pocks bleed enough to clot then bandage clouds; this bony-orb marking our first step into the wings of inconsequence and/or oblivion; some eyes must watch us: non-heckling gods; and beyond the overwhelming mass of unsold seats… from those spine-stiffening furthest back entirely usherless-stalls. Julian Cason

Hullo. This for another Top Tweet Tuesday cosmic themed 60 word challenge, having to avoid a whole list of banned predictable words. #poetry

I’ve missed you!
Thanks so much. Always ridiculously generous but enormously appreciated!
Ju

Undersea Oversea is all about the braille of waves: frantically written by an unpenned wind; undersea is more sullen, where slow serpentine currents can stretch to bridge whole continents; its also where eventually even light wordlessly drowns.

Hullo #vss365 and to #undersea #poetry

Oh that’s so really kind but we are both trundling along in parallel the imagist path!🙏

The call for breakfast cannot be thwarted! X

Sorry late!⏰

Congrats C! That’s great imagery! 👏👏

Sorry so late here Sue! 😘

This could be the first line to a bestselling novel!
Those apples, hints of a neo-biblical fall or knowing Sue, the start of a Newton-like (if bleak) deep ponder!
As usual, so much weight in so few words! 🫵🏆

Trickery We spot the font of trickery from any governmental office to usually explain away our own co-conspiring stupidity. That the coming global war might sort things out is so unlikely but will make this era be re-seen as one that was actually rather quaint and precious.

Hullo #vss365 and to #trickery #poetry

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Thanks Francis! The poem probably sounds a little more sinister than I wanted it to be!

Good point!
Religion, death and space are my insects, micro organisms and leaping-into-swimming-pools inspiration!!! X

You too Rach! It was from a childhood memory at Prinknash, Gloucester. Ju

Before A Modest Flock Of Endangered Monks Something hypnotising about these cowled-dodos plainly singing, using a key only they were given: I felt their prey. Julian Cason

Hullo @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social and to fab 18 word #fragmentsfriday
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Mission Assistance My school friend: orphaned now at fifty, only sibling been shorn away too. His last trip down from London pre the sale completing. I’m helping with his awkward landing at this coldest family home. Inside. Dusty lunar floors, baffled hooks float on ghostly squares of pristine wall; a lone Diet Coke can, proof of recent visiting life: the planted flag of the house clearance man. Never have you been this unfunny – funny is your oxygen, even during these deaths… but nothing here fills up your tank. You hover around this airless place tentatively today, talking like an astronaut, so very distant, with all your painfully unaware long communication delays. Julian Cason

Hullo. An old random poem. #poetry

Hullo. An old poem. #poetry #wales

God…Coming Ready Or Not! We’ve searched under all the beds of Earth, even moved the hangers loitering at the back of every wardrobey-church; spat-out probes like fruit seeds; so, do you hide behind the screaming-novas, wading through a planetoid full of stagnant prayer-eddies, waking-up long-orphaned languages, maybe trapped in own-time musings: honking-out a self-obsessed-glossolalia? At the end of everything, one unintelligible flightless little bird: uncurious, trapped within its own closed deistic world… Our still fledgling light-speed-engines will do the hard miles for any future sorry song-swapping. Julian Cason

Hullo. This just posted on the other side for a TopTweetTuesday #cosmos theme. #poetry

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Kiss It’s still night here: I think of the flirtatious chatter of satellites, after completing their full hours of work, sending out metallic-pouts of one-half kisses back down to earth. Each with a favourite continent, turning on slightly-metallic content, seeking another heart that’s also trapped near geo-stationary.

Hullo @tomsnarsky.bsky.social and to #smallpoemsunday some whimsy this week…
Thanks Tom!

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Put that mirror down modom! 🫵😁

Cheers comrade! 🤜🤛

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honestly…you were only ever Rhono!!!
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Ahhh there you are!!! 😘

Hmmm not seen it but I know it will be super kind and v v generous. So thanks pal and am always so glad to find your words! 💪🏻🖋️

I can tell! 👌

So devastatingly plain Sue. Stripped right back. Poem and person. You’ve been missed! 👏👏👏

Superbly awful and terrifyingly mundane. Brilliant Rach.

V v kind Bernard, cheers!