Rise, root and reach for the dawn
Bathe in a #jade sky
And cling to the soil that shaped you

It's going to be a great day!

daybreak solitude
among nocturnal remnants
#calm without a cause

#DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #poetry #blueskypoets #nature #photography #dawn

Her voice begins as memory,
a gentle whisper in the depths

She draws the broken bones and lost dreams
to the surface, the #undersea no match for her gift

In the light, within her waiting arms,
they find no rest, no peace

Her hunger is endless
She has souls to harvest, and sups on their desires

I wrote a short story using a raven. They're magical.

In the shadowed #investiture of night,
the crow anoints me with what cannot be seen
A quiet power I hide beneath my skin

No witnesses, but the moon knows,
The proof pulses within my bones
and yet, I rise unchanged

#vss365

Life winds in a weary #loop
One step, then another,
same aches, same questions
Each dragging us down

Yet we climb like rats in a lab
It’s a tedious journey
Leading nowhere
Until the soul becomes tired

#vss365

Even the greatest of all time
started with a blank page

Jane Austen and John Steinbeck
both began with a single letter

And one by one, they shaped their tales,
forever etched in memory

Today, as we live and breathe,
words and imagination collide

—somewhere

They call her the #Water Witch,
a collector of victims and thieves

You may call on her,
but she will never answer

Words are not her weapons
her blades forged from your own guilt

She wields them with quiet magic,
turning your own pride against you
#vss365

branches in #blossom
sway almost familiar
#foggy horizon

#DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #poetry #blueskypoets #nature #photography

Azalais? Chery blossoms? Beautiful words.

She burns in her own flame
A fragile storm caught in a violent sea,
Every note engraved in memory

We lean in unaware
How fleeting life can be
Even the brightest voice can fall silent
Leaving lyrics to echo in the void

A soul that lived to #sing
I ache to remember
She anchors me to my youth
#vss365

The black king of the night
watches without judgment

The moon’s pale wound,
a feathered shadow

Stitched from omens and #ink,
he is darkness in motion
#vss365

Where do we really go when we sleep,
when the quiet curve of night takes control?

I wander there, weightless,
cradled in the unseen #arm of something wondrous

Dreams take shape and memories pour out into the night

And when I return,
I know I was never alone
#vss365

The beautiful magic of color
trembling beneath dawn’s light

A quiet path ahead,
no beginning, no end

The circle of life,
a keeper of something eternal

The #ring I cling to
when I feel lost
#vss365

She flickers in a warm glass glow
a quiet #sprite full of joy

A memory of Saturday nights
When black and white ruled

Color erupts, like the best of dreams
Magic in my living room

I believed she lived
and maybe she still does

In my youth
and the hum of yesterdays
#vss365

Dylan guided the Antilles through the #tempest of debris, carefully. Shrapnel and body parts thudding against the hull, silent in space, ominous within the confines of the ship.

Breaths were held by all the crew as they searched for survivors, but that was unlikely. They had to hope.

#vss365

#vss365 #poetry

I’m a storm brewing
A #tempest
Flying on a broomstick
Don’t stop me
Don’t tell me
It’s a Wednesday humpday feeling
Been a long time coming
Ditching my wings
So run if you can’t handle me
It’s ok I can say goodbye
But I know you’ll stay
You be my kinda crazy

a cup of coffee with a smiley face on the top ALT: a cup of coffee with a smiley face on the top

I envy your imagination

this #tempest
speaking in gusts
sharp
in its turbulence
she falls within it
letting it find
and guide her

winds of sky
winds of earth
erasing the paths
she thought were straight
placing in her hands
their strength
and freedom

and so
she aligns…

#vss365 #poetry #blueskypoets

🎨 Isabel Arden

#vss365

temp temper tempest:
when frustrated fill-in gets
no staff endorsement

#tempest #frustrate #endorse

She arrives without warning,
and I lean into her fire

Every touch ignites,
my pulse bending to her will

She’s a #tempest in human form,
wrapping herself around me

I know she will ruin me
but what better reason to burn
#vss365

I lean in
The line begins as a whisper
A tremor of thought
a quiet #waver of imagination
Certainty and common sense unravel
But the words…
the words speak!
Am I writing the story
or is it writing me?
#vss365

Wired nerves and a glassy stare,
petty crowns and fractured egos

No gods remain, no courts convene
Yet the thinking machine listens

It will #mediate today
Cold decisions, broken promises

All-seeing, unblinking, and unapologetic
Wars will fade in the gaze of its eye
#vss365

Thank you!

The beast trembles,
Silent wounds weeping in the rain

She doesn’t know the language
Loneliness has its own

A fragile gift, a heartbeat on a string
No words pass, none are needed

In the moment between fear and hope,
They #entreat the same desire
Stay
#vss365

#vss365 #poetry #fantasy

She was no Cinderella
With suitors many
Each one trying
To #surpass eachother
With gifts & manners
But she had eyes
Only for one aloof
Myth like being
Out of reach
& with sights
On some other
So she let them carry on
Till the day she died
A lonely cat lady

a trailing ribbon
a mere balloon can't surpass
fleeting happiness

#vss365 #poetry #senryu

What they needed were new ships. Powerful ships. They needed to, somehow, capture Enemy ships, break down the tech, see how it worked and #surpass it, but that wouldn’t happen.

The Alliance were being too cautious and Dylan knew it. Understood it, to a point. Lives were precious now.

#vss365

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