#sensewrds 206 daffodils, hillside, picturesque

We'd slide down on things we found, from the green wire fence of the swing park at the top, to the stony path at the bottom. But most times we slid on our bums, a sorry sight in mud-caked jeans. Each spring, a nod of yellow. Each winter, bare trees.

Winter's debris
exposed by gentle rain
A welcome soak
With a fear of erosion
Distracted by purple pansies

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#SenseWrds 206

a moment of peace in springtime
shared with you, our hands find
each others, we lean into each other
surrounded by the beauty of the world
and yet all of it pale compared to you
to be with you here in this moment
is an everlasting joy

I came out to the pass to remind myself that the world still turns, that time progresses, that winter yields to spring eventually regardless. Though the high view is stunning, these white flowers remind me why I left you behind. By walking away, I ceased being your Echo. #SenseWrds Prompt 206

poem by @whispers615 that reads: In the loneliest of hills where I wait for nothing for no reason, I idle on watching the day pass. I cloud watch, I skip stones, I watch petals on water’s surface, and I learn nothing from turtles. I decide that I’m done with the waiting game. I dismantle my waiting office, succumb to my impishness, dancing on the grave of my former discomfort. And scream from afar, “So there!” As I frolic through the fields of tall grasses and yellow flowers.

#sensewrds 206 #poetry

A poem about refusing to wait, inspired by some recent imagery of mine.
Happy Easter everyone!

Prompt 206 Daffodils Hillside Picturesque Do Not use the prompt words in your piece. Please use #SenseWrds , and include the prompt number. No combo prompts. Message me if you have more questions.

Prompt 206

Daffodils
Hillside
Picturesque

Do Not use the prompt words in your piece. Please use #SenseWrds , and include the prompt number. No combo prompts. Message me if you have more questions.

tangled in diamonds
i walk wide awake
magnolias reach for the moon

#SenseWrds 204

Abstract color photo of my mom holding my older sis on Easter Sunday.

Yesterdaze pace slowed in paisley prints..

Back in the day, many just played the card handed to them .. and still these echoes remain today. All she really wanted was to be the best mom ever..🫶

Mom & sis ~9 years before my time

(Circa 1969)📷

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#SenseWrds (181)

Making small-talk was easy. I floated from person to person, sometimes introducing a few, sometimes splitting groups up. A baited question to guide the chatter to something sociable and pleasant. And yet, for all that were around me, I have never been lonelier. #SenseWrds Prompt 205

like most people do on a lazy saturday in the middle of people mourning the death of jesus and eating chocolate eggs at the same time i can’t stop thinking about things that cause rapid localized damage about how stories get mixed up about how the truth is so hard to hold i want to call out to you across the room to tell you how awful and sad i feel thinking all of this but you are watching a video about south korean dogs it almost looks like you are smiling or maybe i just hope you might

@sensewords.bsky.social‬ #Prompt 205

#Forlorn
#Conversations
#Mingling

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#sensewrds 204
endless, moonlight, sharpened

Pointed beams of light
Reflecting back into the night
Like spears they reign down
Smashing against the ground
Shattering to a million pieces
Tiny wings each one releases
Cold embers amongst the dark
So the fireflies again embark

I can’t listen
to any more of this,
this world-building
of yours
where
you are
victim
and I am
predator;

That gas
can’t be lit
any more,
I won’t play
good girl
to your bad
boy;

I won’t say
sorry
for your
misdeeds
and my pain
that you claim
as your own

Get bent

#sensewrds 205 #poetry

Melancholy chats
Overheard, socialising
In mutual grief.
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A farm field with rows of plants

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(Drifting Furrowed Fields)
Walking aimlessly. Enjoying the smell of freshly tilled earth in these fertile farmlands. Envisioning the bountiful harvest
Dan Meyers unsplash.com

Desperate people
chattering among themselves
searching for answers
circulating
in places nobody notices
searching for new voices

@sensewords.bsky.social‬

Prompt 205

Forlorn
Conversations
Mingling

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❤️ Poem 👆
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Prompt 205
Forlorn
Conversations
Mingling

I can hear you laugh just out of earshot with guests with strangers in a room just above where I used to lay close and familiar with you breath frail I shut the door and turn the key a finite move against infinity I sink against the wood holding back cold tears lost in the sounds of what could and would not be.

#sensewrds prompt 205
Forlorn
Conversations
Mingling

#sensewrds Prompt 203
Creating Effortless Light

Loving you was always easy
But easy things never last
I gave up on trying, vying to
Become someone you would cast
As a partner in your journey
Instead, I continued to amass
These false ideals that
The sun shone out my ass

From our friendly interaction
ignoring all distractions
we parlayed that first date
into what appeared as fate

now with you gone I'll find my way
I'll muddle through the grief each day
and as unassuming passerbys ask, How are you?
Just fine, I'll lie

#sensewrds #205
Mingling
Conversation
Forlorn

Despite the outcome
it can't burn you
unless you let it
no doubt
the sky shall
go blank
do we exist
if our eyes
are closed
anyway

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#sensewrds 205 forlorn, conversations, mingling

Confluence
of words
mixed message in a bottle
lost
fathomless sea

TANKA
I am not a fan
of pingpong conversations.
Individual
sports allow us to take turns,
take our time, fully present.

#sensewrds 205 conversations
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She don't want cleverness
But rather a confluence of flame
Light the past with a candle
Tell that girl that she was worthy
Write it on the walls of the art room
So she'll see it when she looks away
Light the dark hallway on the third floor
Open a window
Let the bluejays take her home

#sensewrds 205

Night’s dark pricked by
Eyes seeing through and
Beyond a surface of
Song left to drink the
Empty lies I think cut
Deeper I sink and I
Breathe the dark, eyes
Seeing I believe the mark
Lies still to the surface

#SenseWrds 204
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#writingcommunity
#blueskypoetry

All those times we talked
Where your aspired to be better...
Fame, money, and men—
All the things you have wanted,
When I was here, just waiting...

#Sensewrds 205 #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #tanka #短歌

#SenseWrds 205

the low flow of words a hum
of friendships as i watch sitting
just outside part by choice
part because i dont feel like
i belong in the beautiful scene
its pretty to watch though all
these colours swirling together
loving quietly from over here
is (mostly) enough for me to be
content

The loneliness of clarity is not silence it is noise no one else can hear. It is standing in a crowded room while the walls whisper truths through their cracks, and everyone else calls it stillness. You learn quickly that seeing is a kind of exile. That naming the shape of things makes people flinch like you’ve turned on a light they did not consent to. You watch patterns repeat like rituals without awareness pain dressed as personality, harm disguised as habit, control mistaken for love. 1/2

And I I cannot unsee it. I speak less, not because I have nothing to say, but because truth sounds like accusation in the ears of the comfortable. So I carry it quietly this knowing, this sharp, clean edge of reality. I grieve things before they happen. I recognize endings in their earliest breath. I feel the fracture long before the break. And sometimes I wish for blindness for the soft mercy of not understanding, for the warmth of shared illusion. But even in the ache, there is something sacred here. Because clarity is also a kind of devotion to truth, to seeing, to refusing the lie even when it would let me belong. 2/2

The Loneliness of Clarity

The loneliness of clarity
is not silence
it is noise no one else can hear.
It is standing in a crowded room
while the walls whisper truths
through their cracks,
and everyone else calls it stillness.
#poetry #SenseWrds #prompt205

Prompt 205 Forlorn Conversations Mingling Do Not use the prompt words in your piece. Please use #SenseWrds , and include the prompt number. No combo prompts. Message me if you have more questions.

Prompt 205

Forlorn
Conversations
Mingling

Do Not use the prompt words in your piece. Please use #SenseWrds , and include the prompt number. No combo prompts. Message me if you have more questions.

Opalescent Glitter

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(Granules Charming Satchel)
Fairy dust scattered from the broken pouch. The ensuing chaos was overwhelming. For some their desires were sweet, others frightening. But all had been hidden
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