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.
#LossLit
4/5 Glass
A shard catches light in the quiet,
reflecting more than it can hold,
a fragment of memory suspended.
#LossLit
3/5 Footsteps
Footsteps echo on streets long emptied,
each one a story, each pause a question,
trailing with you even when gone.
#LossLit
2/5 Smoke
A wisp of smoke curls through the room,
vanishing yet leaving its scent behind,
proof that presence doesn’t need form.
#LossLit
1/5 Shadows
Some shadows stretch longer than the day,
touching corners you thought were empty,
lingering where you least expect them.
#LossLit
Last 10 minutes of #LossLit for August!
Last 30 minutes of August’s #LossLit!
Share a poem in a skeet.
Hashtag it #Losslit.
Hit Post!
R/s poems with the hashtag!
Alright, y’all! Last hour of #LossLit! Sing us some poems…
We’re halfway through August #LossLit! I’m lonely! Where my poets at???
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
#LossLit
Closing out the first house of August #LossLit!
Join us!
#writersky
#poetrysky
leave after leave
leaves like sheafs of paper
reams of it, no, a cascade
a waterfall of not forever.
#LossLit
#goldmine
i kiss my brain
ask it to tell me
everything i missed.
it says there’s time.
sit down. have some tea.
#LossLit
#goldmine
Sometimes I remind myself
Gwendolyn Brooks wrote all that she did
just looking out a window.
Not even going outside.
#LossLit
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.
#LossLit
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!
It was a quiet #losslit tonight. See you all on 6th August next. In the meantime, be kind! 🧡
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.
#losslit
Last 30 minutes of July #LossLit!!!!!
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.
#losslit
After all the shitstorms, there will be clear weather, right? #losslit
One more hour of July #losslit! Join us!
#writeclub
#poemsaboutloss
#poemsaboutjoy
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
#LossLit
It’s been a long time since I drew. It felt so good to be visually creative again. 🥰 #losslit
Chasing deadlines
I put my blinkers on
hoping that I don't run over anyone...
#losslit
Rebranding #losslit
#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
#LossLit
'[grief] is a love with no audience'
Emma Harding, Wildtrack -
Nature Chronicles Prize shortlisted essay
- those words struck to me
#NatureWriting #LossLit