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5/5 Partial Reprise
Shadows stretch longer than the day.
Smoke curls, leaving scent behind.
Footsteps echo on streets long emptied.
A shard catches light, holding memory.

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4/5 Glass
A shard catches light in the quiet,
reflecting more than it can hold,
a fragment of memory suspended.

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3/5 Footsteps
Footsteps echo on streets long emptied,
each one a story, each pause a question,
trailing with you even when gone.

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2/5 Smoke
A wisp of smoke curls through the room,
vanishing yet leaving its scent behind,
proof that presence doesn’t need form.

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1/5 Shadows
Some shadows stretch longer than the day,
touching corners you thought were empty,
lingering where you least expect them.

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but, #JoyLit

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Last 10 minutes of #LossLit for August!

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a man wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap is standing in front of a window and says `` this is how we do it '' . ALT: a man wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap is standing in front of a window and says `` this is how we do it '' .

Last 30 minutes of August’s #LossLit!

Share a poem in a skeet.
Hashtag it #Losslit.
Hit Post!

R/s poems with the hashtag!

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Alright, y’all! Last hour of #LossLit! Sing us some poems…

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We’re halfway through August #LossLit! I’m lonely! Where my poets at???

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if i could i would be
the plane
carrying sustenance
flying in to feed and quench
then empty
invite you all in
pilot
to a safer land

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Closing out the first house of August #LossLit!

Join us!

#writersky
#poetrysky

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leave after leave
leaves like sheafs of paper
reams of it, no, a cascade
a waterfall of not forever.

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#goldmine

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i kiss my brain
ask it to tell me
everything i missed.

it says there’s time.
sit down. have some tea.

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#goldmine

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where is rain hiding
I think I want to
impress the television

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#haiku
#senryu

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Sometimes I remind myself
Gwendolyn Brooks wrote all that she did
just looking out a window.
Not even going outside.

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Knives in knots
injustices tied to injustices
tied to more injustices
a dance of the uninvited
wearing yesterday’s clothes
not showered for a week
mangy hair and dirty nails
they won’t stop won’t
stop won’t stop won’t stop try
to shut them up just try.
I dare you.

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August #LossLit starts NOW! Share your micropoems on loss and joy! Use the hashtag #LossLit!

Bring your grief, summer moments, baseball, AI angst, or world-weary woes.

One poem per skeet!

Repost #LossLit skeets!

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It was a quiet #losslit tonight. See you all on 6th August next. In the meantime, be kind! 🧡

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I used to dream of fireflies
but then lights were snubbed.

I used to dream of owls
but then their necks were wrung.

I used to dream of fishes
but then their fins were snipped.

Now I dream of dreams
safe in the knowledge
that they belong only to me.

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Last 30 minutes of July #LossLit!!!!!

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Today, I learnt that I am political.

I'm just not loud
or in your face
because I'm scared
and I'm tired.

My politics is kindness,
is about growing,
is real.

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After all the shitstorms, there will be clear weather, right? #losslit

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One more hour of July #losslit! Join us!

#writeclub
#poemsaboutloss
#poemsaboutjoy

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We didn’t stop going outside
at once 1st big gatherings
parks no fireworks this 4th

Farmers markets restaurants
shops eerie with absence
glooming sense
nowhere is safe
worlds icing over

Borders drawn 1/4ed
we tried to feel safer at home
even as we ?ed
what the word
could mean

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It’s been a long time since I drew. It felt so good to be visually creative again. 🥰 #losslit

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Chasing deadlines
I put my blinkers on
hoping that I don't run over anyone...

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Rebranding #losslit

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#DailyNature

9.
It's a June afternoon as I read a line on grief when I realise why my longing is so forlorn.

Time has made me an unrequited lover -

Grief is an unrequited love.

🧵i/v

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'[grief] is a love with no audience'

Emma Harding, Wildtrack -

Nature Chronicles Prize shortlisted essay

- those words struck to me

#NatureWriting #LossLit

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