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@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social I thought this poem deserved a bit more context as it may seem like a quick warm-up when in reality it's crystallised MONTHS of mental health disquiet.
Thank you for allowed as the prompt.
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#PromptCombo This week, your host is the wonderful Paul.
The theme is #Allowed
Tag @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social & use the hastags to get involved. Everyone welcome!
Have a great week hosting, darlin❤️📚
@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social is this week's #PromptCombo host, with the theme of #Allowed. Get involved all week by using the hashtag & tagging him.
Wicker Man Sequel II: Afterlife, 1974 He goes quietly - Too quietly, in fact. Eyes downcast, he is sullen, Resigned, Relieved. No struggle, No frenzied pleas, No execrations, No desperate screams - Even the animals Fall silent. Such an anticlimax, some Dare say. We are leaderless. Later that year, a Plummy-voiced fugitive with Caddish moustache offers to be Our Laird. But we’re a religious people - We don’t do murder here, and won’t Countenance spouse killers. And, to Be honest, we’re sick of the Notoriety. In fact, everything becomes an Anticlimax: the Unrelenting waves of Orgy, Feasting, Carousing, Innuendo, Bawdy song, Ritual mirth, Communal rejoicing. We seek the sublime Thrill of transgression – that Dire-edged, dark delight made Keener by the dread of Censure and chastisement. Our Christian neighbours revel in it: Shame-filled, knee-trembler sex in barns, Caves, cubicles, hallways, back alleys; Shebeens, whisky bothies, Gambling dens – skulking, winking Furtively at bored menfolk on the Sabbath; Malicious gossip about the Manse family. As if divining our silent prayer, a large Consignment of oatcakes arrives from a Nearby island. Brittle, friable biscuits – Hebridean fortune cookies Revealing Aphoristic Bible Quotes that promise Hellfire and damnation with a Faint chance of Salvation. We shudder in Anticipation. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025
🙏 @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social as host of #PromptCombo - my perverse take on #Allowed 😁
#poem: ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025
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I Don’t Make the Rules by S. Reeson the unexpected an explosion in the desert misinterpreting reality as libertarian a statement the dreams that never make it past the details the ticket you forgot to buy and now do first before anything you imagine is allowed to come to pass the process on to someone else is all that life was supposed to be about a meaning that’s governed with every scrap of language a step closer to nirvana to your God I’m simply here to mark the path
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It’s a good day when a) they write themselves and b) they become a mirror of the reality without effort.
Roll up, roll up to this week's #PromptCombo, which is #Allowed. Please use the hashtags and tag @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social to get involved.
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To Know is weakness. Not to know is power. Knowledge leads to prejudice. Don't tell me anything. I don't want to know. News is forbidden. Information cannot be allowed to undermine society. Wear gloves so you can't touch. Ear plugs so you can't hear. Ideally your tongue should be removed. Don't listen so IGNORE THIS MESSAGE.
Thank you @janpsolivagant.bsky.social Jan for last weeks amazing stint. The #promptcombo for this week is #Allowed
All can contribute. Please use the above hashtags and tag me @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
Dishwasher Blues I call them nothingdays. You get up just to go to sleep again. What to do until the pills kick in? Doomscroll, Dead Sea Scrolls, prophecies. Stale dreams. Schroedinger’s sanity. You can’t sit still and stare into the abyss for too long because you forgot to fill the Ritalin prescription. The fever sweats you out. A ring of salt around your sickbed, where you huddle like a dethroned king overlooking the descent of his empire into waste. A long night has come to greet you, your name is impending doom. Yesterday’s pizza crusts, bent spoons, tea leaves, and coffee grounds. Trash, trash, trash. You have seen the future and you want no part of it. All you are is either past or the desperate grief of a now that won’t end.
For #PromptCombo #Nothing ✨
with thanks to host @janpsolivagant.bsky.social
As this week's #PromptCombo #Nothing concludes, I'd like to thank everyone who warmly welcomed me to & participated in my inaugural #PoetryPrompt.
A new prompt posts tomorrow under the versed auspices of Paul Brookes @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
Thank you so much Victoria. Completely thrilled. I mentioned to Fidel that #promptcombo was so important in making me welcome on here, for which I’ll always be grateful. And yes I’ll definitely keep friends like you posted on events and whatever Broken Sleep has planned.
Hope all is well 🙏💙
Ah, Fidel, thanks so much. Getting involved with you and the #promptcombo team really got me going on here and I’m eternally grateful for your support and encouragement 🙏💙
🙏 Your own supportiveness is legendary in the #poetrycommunity Paul.
(I’m also very grateful to the #openmic #promptcombo and #poemsabout communities for their generosity.)
becoming nothing,
one pixalated present
moment at a time.
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#OurPoetryX pale_moon
#wildwalkprompt magnolia
#bedroomeyes dusty_winds
#2wordprompt import, farmer
#firewords280 galactic, bulges
#moonmystic yesterday’s_lament [3/25/26]
#inkmine enchant, quiet, vibrant, mood, captivate
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My short & late write...
Unshared
For this weeks #promptcombo #nothing hosted by @janpsolivagant.bsky.social
nylon lifted in a slow arc
crackling
discarded—
wool clumped
on the chair
cool sheets
unshared
.
𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
eventually
the laughs and loves and lives
becoming losses
pile upon your heart
crushing everything that's left
to nothing
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3rd #promptcombo for #nothing
and @janpsolivagant.bsky.social
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Thanks to all for likes and comments and JanPeter
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Have a good weekend. 😊
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Echoes of Absence In the silence between words, The past presses the text breaks: through its gaps, a line missing, refusing completion. a name thinned by time. Rome speaks Where Carthage smoulders in fragments, half-told in the histories that survived it, not in marble or myth, but in what it has let fall away. absence enters not as void, but revision. And still, we answer it, in small, defiant acts of presence: Each gap, a monument. not ruin, but interruption. the clothes we choose, the taste we acquire, A sentence severed mid-claim, a fleeting recognition an empire speaking that says: we are here. through what it refuses to keep. We inherit these silences These gestures, too, are texts: as if they were whole. minor, momentary, legible against forgetting. We read ourselves the same way, assembling from fragments: So we gather what will not hold: a misquoted memory, broken lines, absent names, a gesture stripped of its moment, histories told sideways. the echo of a voice We read the silence carefully. we can't place, only repeat. not to resolve it, but to remain, Absence shapes the structure, where meaning is made dictates the rhythm: in returning ellipsis, break, return. to what was never fully there. What is missing organises what remains. A lost line in a poem still leans toward coherence.
Inspired by Elena Giusti's work on absence in Roman literature and her argument that gaps, silences and erasures function as generative, structuring forces. This takes that idea inward: if history is assembled from what survives, so too is the self #promptcombo #nothing @janpsolivagant.bsky.social
