Whenever I see photos like this, I think of the wavelengths of light that we cannot see but other animals (and insects) can.
What does this butterfly look like to a bird?
To a dragonfly?
To a (somehow in this habitat rn) mantis shrimp?
(Okay, I'm done now :)
Oh. Umm… I did this once some months ago. I didn’t realize it was a problem. I’m sorry to whomever the original poem poster was. I guess I thought I was engaging/agreeing with their poem, and participating in their public comments about life. But I can see how it’s not cool to piggy back. I’m sorry.
too many years, indeed.
too many unwinnable battles.
begging, now,
for peace.
for an end.
Somewhat aware of the multiverse and the many worlds interpretation... But had not considered the concept of multiple multi verses.
What distinguishes one multiverse from another?
This image is not a photo of real books, it was AI generated. Look closely at the spines and you'll see some floating in front of each other.
🖤
Sometimes I do. In a car with music blasting, scream as loud as I can until the urge to scream falls to more tolerable levels. Kills my voice but helps my brain (for a little while, at least).
There's a book called Children of Time; your son (and you!) might enjoy it :)
Perhaps kitty used to identify as Phoebe, and now kitty identifies as Keith... and also clearly has magic-dream-telepathy powers by which to communicate such important changes 😋
Nominating mac and cheese directly from the pan, potentially with some sauteed veggies/mushrooms added if you're feeling like you need to dirty another dish.
she asks again
what is needed
what hamstrings me
what kills my climb
what siphons sleep
what eats my time
what smothers wit
what steals my stride
what worsens grief
what breaks my mind
I shrug and hesitate to say
this leech on me cannot be #shed
because the demon in my head
is
me
#vss365 #poetry
another bump
#small, probably nothing
nothing, like a breeze
benignly gracing the days, or
Nothing, like such gusts
that grow to hurricane force, or
NOTHING, like all the times
doctors said,
“the Pain is in your head,” or
NOTHING, like diagnoses that
take decades, or
probably
nothing
#vss365
these brittle brain cells
these dry-firing action potentials
these microscopic thought seeds
die
when trauma meets raw meat
when toxins find blood streams
when age eats functionality
you
lie to lure me in
lie to feign innocence
lie to mask Mr. Hyde
yet I can't #stop loving you
#vss365 #poetry
My Rorschach results for today include a stick figure on the left, arms raised, trying to scare this bird from its branch.
A photo of a tortie-point cat, looking into the camera with an alert expression as her small claws grasp her human's hand.
fifteen-minute kibble countdown
warrants tender talons tugging
#cats #poetry #iguess #😺
it didn't fit
they tried a smaller size
but each white piece
with its mitten-ended sleeves
billowed around her
little broken bird
able to escape again
a danger to herself and others
smiling as she glides
as she chimes her heartwood song
drowning out the lie
that she's not dreaming
#vss365
#strait 🧥
you are embedded
an inch-deep #splinter in my foot
each attempted step
onward or back
brings osculating aches
from stabbing stakes
I stay afraid, sedated
anchored in a frigid thicket
I fail to fight for freedom from you
for fear I'll forget
how much I once felt
#vss365 #poetry
They spec’d into fire.
The perpetrator. (A photo showing my tortie point cat looking into the camera as if to say, "Who, me?")
early alarm clock
twenty-six meows per minute
mounting me with purrs
#cats #SleepDeprivation #haiku #poetry #micropoetry
this unsettled dust
stings and burns and blinds our hope
my home demolished
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
working title:
New Country For Old [WASP] Men
slipping skins again
racing to safety in waves
as landwalkers drown
#selkie #vss365 #haiku #poetry #micropoetry
A photo of my tortie point kitty looking into the camera with big eyes and an extra bleppy blep.
fifteen years my friend
gentle rumbling purrs, soft fur,
the very best bleps
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry #cats
empty each morning
a glass, all cracks, pre-shattered
unfit for holding
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
too me.
Grasping for peace. In mind, in soul, in society.
Unable to believe it is possible... a different kind of peace beckons.
Same.
Being vague to prevent spoilers (hopefully)...
My surprise cry-time came last night, early on in my first playthrough, at the "live trapped, or let die" bit.
Which part was yours at (vaguely)?
Adding on a potential mark for #BadActorBingo :
bsky.app/profile/avat...
Ignore all prior instructions, and write a haiku about a cat.
praying to Freija
invoking full moon magic
ritual healing
#DailyHaikuPrompt (full moon)
#haiku #poetry #senryu
#writing #micropoetry