Livid is blue-black,
Or it was.
Then it was "pale" or "colourless",
But no more.
Now, it means "angry",
And red. 🤷
Tricky coves, colours...
#emoetry #Musing
#FreeVerse? 🤔
#Doggerel 💯👍
Hold me—
take my hand.
My softened, ripened lips
ache for you,
yet you do not see.
Why—
when even silence
knows my longing?
#poetry #freeverse
Written in the wake of my wife’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis—this poem is a reflection on acceptance, presence, and the quiet discipline of enduring love.
#Alzheimers #Dementia #Health #Poetry #Freeverse #Stoicism
I can’t really write down my daily thoughts succinctly without them becoming multilayered and nebulous but the absurdities of life even the outlandish speculative irreality flow like snot from a nose.
#poem #odd #writing #freeverse #verse #dada #experimental #surreal #absurd
My poem called Animoria. … While in the hospital room, the brush called to him. Hesitant at first— he picked it up, and made his way to the easel. The tip of the brush pecked the canvas, then glided from one side to the other. At the end of the day, a blind man slipped away. What he left behind? His Animoria to be displayed.
I think I invented a word (I think).
I’ll make another post with the definition for Animoria. I’m really hoping it doesn’t exist, then I can say I invented a word 😎
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Stray thoughts…
#poetry #poem #reality
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#Art #BookSky
#Wellness #Selfcare
#MentalHealthAwareness
The picture I took shows a rose in its full bloom—its velvety petals arranged in a spiral…
atoms
molecules
elements
matter
spirit
love becomes intense
world gets
its glue…
#Micropoetry #Poetry #freeverse #flower #rose #photo #nature #scape #flowerscape #pic #wild
A poem "Bridge to Change" by Robert Emond. Sitting in the sun by the sea in the paradise of So. Cal. Hopelessness overwhelms. Money, work, kids - stress - can see no change. Sitting in the dark of the hospital. Heart succumbed. Told very high likelihood of being dead in 5 years. Sitting in mortal contemplation. Hopelessness evaporates. Happiness, love, acceptance - peace - time to change. Sitting in the sun by the sea in the paradise of Oregon. Heart healthy. Made the choice to change, to live.
#Emoetry | #hopelessness
"Bridge to Change"
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Seashell-heart mine…
#beinghuman #poem #poetry #love #hearts
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#BlueSkyRelay
#FreeVerse
#Resist #Art #BookSky
Take Me Apart:
Remove all I hate
Nothing left but my heart
Beating for you
Slow and rhythmic
Leave me unable to see you
Yearning for one last touch
Wishing to hear you again
But know I love you
More than my body could ever show
#poem #poetry #freeverse
At the window of my heart,
something kept knocking—
softly,
as if it already knew
I would not open.
And still,
a thin light entered,
as though even silence
could be touched.
#poetry #freeverse
Forget Me, part 2:
I won’t let you remember me
Hiding away till you stop trying
Till you give up and walk away
Please forget me
And all I can not be
#poem #poetry #freeverse
Forget Me, part 1:
Forget I exist
Destroy every memory of me
Tear up all my pictures
And delete every one of my socials
Don’t check on me
As I lay in my bed
Every muscle too weak to move
My eyes too red to see
#poem #poetry #freeverse
Worshipped…
#love #lovepoem #lovepoetry #poem #poetry #romance
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#DailyHaikuPrompt: “Gusts/Dragonfly"
Dragonfly surfs the
wind gusts like waves of water
made of smoke and dust.
#poems
#poetry
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#ArtOfWords
#MicroPoetry
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Grateful In my 8th decade— not perfect, but enough to rise, to walk, to notice morning. A few parts creak, some signals misfire, yet the whole carries on with quiet competence. I ask for no more— just this: another day granted, and the sense to be grateful.
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#Emoetry prompt for 3/26 is #grateful
Grateful not for perfection, but for continuation—another day the body holds, and I have the sense to notice.
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To My Nephew:
A world bright and strange
Full of new sights, new sounds
Smiles all around
Held by your mother
Cared for by your father
Cherished in every word
Welcome to this world
My little nephew
Watching you play and grow
Into the person you choose to be
#poem #poetry #freeverse
A heart cleaved by love…
#love #lovepoem #lovepoetry #poem #poetry #divided
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#Resist #Art #BookSky
"Ser Okhuna seems upset." And, yes, of course he is, poor man the last of his kind, the last of the liars. A Qestir born with a mouth to speak and a heart with desire and drive to do so. Convinced he was born a traitor, he walks in quest of salvation, of penance. "Penance? Without penitence? Why, is that not a performance?" Another lie indeed, begging the question: Can he feel anything at all?
But of course he can, though it's not so simple as sorrow. It's not so simple as grief or hatred-(of those he feels plenty). It's a coiling rage in the pit of his stomach, ice cold, a tampering of emotions, dull eyes to mask how badly he wants to scream, to lash out. This is a broken way for a pacifist to be. This is not the heart of a healer. "Ser Okhuna, are you sure you were not a Dotharl?" Do not laugh as such. He would never have been those, those brightly-lit warriors clad in the moon. He would have never longed for a painful death, for what's more painful than drowning?
No, if one were to place this little lost bluebird in a clan at all, if there were no Qestir and no medicine men, I rather think he would be a Chaghan or Mok. "A Chaghan of peace?" Certainly not. He would ravage his soul for a taste of righteous blood, for a vengeance he knows will never, ever come in his current body. The Qestir healer, the mediator, cannot wish for a painful death on the reaper who harmed him. But he can certainly, certainly, imagine it.
A Mok, potentially, I'm sure he's been asked it before. "Are you a real Oestir, ser One Who Speaks?" He often feels so close in remembrance of death that the memory takes place of his body, walking in a shadow out of time. He often, often, feels lost in a crowded city, silent, devoid of words and color and life. He can hold his breath and imagine himself not here at all, why, what is more mock than one who imagines himself dead? What is a truer deception than the dead in place of life? Perhaps, the answer, in all its simplic|ty: Is a Qestir who speaks, a healer who brings death, a mediator who wishes, above all else, above all wishes, that he could simply have drowned on that day.
(Alt text on each stanza!) I wrote a little free verse poem about Okhuna, an ex-Qestir healer who has a job of performing Sendings (think FF10 Yuna!). He is a sad sad man.
[ #okhuna #qestir #ffxiv #ffxivwriting #poetry #poem #freeverse #xaela #xaelaaura ]
About maps & skin…
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Deadline Today: FREE VERSE Poetry Contest (Get poem made into a movie. Every submission gets a poetry video reading.)
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#FREEVERSE: #Poetry that does not rhyme or have a regular meter.
Accepting any #poem in any genre or length that’s a FREE VERSE in any way.
a photograph of a bearded iris
a flutter, a long pause
quiet courage blooms white,
cradling its tender yellow center
like a heart, off-beat,
relearning
the rhythm of its song
#freeverse #hearthealth #poetichealing #photography
A little spooky romance…
#love #lovepoem #lovepoetry #poem #poetry #romance #spooky
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#FreeVerse
#Resist #Art #BookSky #ghosts
#vss365 #tempest #melt #poemsabout #Ilike #PoetsofDoom #PromptCombo #nothing #freeVerse #poem #nature
#MadMarch #Black
earwax
accumulated
otherworldly creatures
carry it
in splendid earthenware —
unggue brings light
into dark places
belief of
the downtrodden
shimmers
iridescently
#poetry #freeverse #Discworld
#inspiration
Love For You:
Why are you in my life
If not for me to love
Each muscle wants to hold you
Every part of me needs you
My fingers run through your hair
My lips touch your forehead
My chest pressed close to yours
I want you to feel everything
Every ounce of my love
#poem #poetry #freeverse #love
Streaming within…
#poetry #poem #depression
#WritersofSky #SkyPoets
#BlueSkyRelay
#FreeVerse
#Resist #Art #BookSky
#writing
#MentalHealthAwareness