Angels in the Afterburn I turned a picture from Artemis into my desktop wallpaper at work, chills every time the screen opens throat closing around the image all ocean, clouds, sparks light, most of all ours. The sheen of atmosphere the halo of our air, takes breath out of me. Where does belonging emerge in a beauty so vast? Where does one of us end and the other begins? I let it slideshow into another a diagram of Laniakea spreading spiderweb tendrils across the void with a little dot for the Milky Way and an arrow crying, “You are Here!” And then another, a sliver of moon, then the half shadow of our home. I let it settle on an angel in the afterburn gliding into frame. I ask her to preserve us and she replies…

Best wishes. Will respond to other folks work as it slows down at work. Enjoy. 🤗

@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

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#Poetry #Skypoetry

He calls them his grapes, purple hyacinth, pockets lined with them, teeth stained. They are part of his treasures alongside gravel rocks, cool mulch the tulip he picked that I didn't know about, daffodil leaves, bark smoothed down into simple shapes. They are part of a future grown by hands dirtied in joy's gloveless abandon. He pets the petals not just treasures, but close friends alongside Mr. Robin, ladybugs, and snails. The neighbor’s old dogs, stray cats, the two hawks circling backyard bunnies building homes beneath my collapsing shed. I want to cry out “Behold the bounty of Spring!” when I see it rise the love he has for this world, everyday growing larger.

So this was supposed to be just a #haiku or a #senryu.... but then it grew into a #tanka, that needed to partly become a #listpoem, then the #future got involved somehow. Enjoy? 😅

#dailyhaikuprompt #ripegrapes #tankaboutit #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry #5amwritersclub #6amwritersclub

I sprout tendrils, vines
reaching out and downwards, roots
grasping for water
diving for soil, only
to find soil turned to sand.

#vss365 #tanka #tankaboutit #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #4amwritersclub #5amwritersclub #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

#skypoetry #poetry #pray

Nightmare cut open
from sacrum to sternum, sawing
ever so gently,
bone snow afterbirth resting
on pillows, where dreams should be.

#horrorprompt #bonesnow #tanka #tankaboutit #nightmare #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

May there always be conversation, his report ended with coded details of troop movements, factory specs significance faded yellow, years dulled by the end of wars, buried now in a bookstore discount rack. Did he ever get recognized? Did his contribution to end all wars create in him a sense of purpose? What calling it was back then, Do we hear it now? Or have war drums deafened us over the centuries? What patriotism it is to follow the ideal of what your country should be, beauty of its potential and to rise to the challenge in the still moments, in the pre dawn and carry it through the mundane.

Wrote this yesterday, but thought it unfinished. Memo to self: go back to it to add a final stanza or two? From a dream where I was at this bizarre mall and found a copy of a spy's journals ww2 and bought it for two dollars.

#poem #poetry #skypoem #skypoetry #6amwritersclub #WIP

shout into the void,
blood spills out, every drop from
collateral dead

#haikuhorrorprompt #bleedingvoid #haiku #senryu #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #3lines #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry #protest #resist

Watching my sons grow
babes to toddlers to children,
fearing when they'll learn
of hate, bigotry, and war,
I won't hold my breath for long.

#wildwalkprompt #grow #tanka #tankaboutit #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #5amwritersclub #6amwritersclub #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

The sky writes stories we never finish reading. ☁️
What story do you see today?
#DailyHaikus #SkyPoetry #MindfulMoments #NatureWhispers #PoetryCommunity

#Poetry #oceans #skypoetry #photography

hovering at the edge of sentences
waiting for permission
softening everything
adding qualifiers
#unconfident, some call it
incorrect
fear, dressed clean
none of that happens here
words land clean
say it once

#AmpersandAfterDark No 10 #Emoetry #poetry #writing #prompt #writing #skypoetry #poem

#ColorADay #RedWed
Morning Sky.
#landscape #landscapephotography #photography #sunrise #sunrisesky #skypoetry #EastCoastKin #ArtChallenges #FujiXSeries

Frozen vapors above
Emerge life breaks below
Buds burst the beleaguered
In bright green protest

#nature #skypoetry #micropoetry #politics
#photography

Must not spend
gutter money on art.

Must not turn twisted
gutters into art.

...or rather

Must not listen to haters
paying rent inside my head.

That's how the madness starts
with oil paint under its nails.

#free40 #promptcombo #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

Outsider looking in, the observer on the wall one-way glass to what passes for humanity watching the love, hate, recreation, violence while your soul simmers in silence. It hurts to see the harm they do themselves, sipping poison while tearing off warning labels. You watch an apocalypse rise in slow motion apathy lauded as virtue and you, the outsider looking in driven mad by the lethargy of spirit, can only sit on the wall your inner child dismantling it brick by brick, sick of society's cyanide sweetness, to look on, and smile through the pain.

A belated submission for #poemsabout this week, I think it also serves well as one of the gift poems for when I reached 4500k followers. Enjoy.

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@madp03t.bsky.social
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

#beingwatched #madmarch #smile #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

The sky writes stories we never finish reading. ☁️
What story do you see today?
#DailyHaikus #SkyPoetry #MindfulMoments #NatureWhispers #PoetryCommunity

A child painting a picture. The sun filtered through her hair.

#poetry #children #photography
#skypoetry #politics #pain

-Windsor Lemon

At the last exit
hope says her hello, and peace
says her last goodbye.

#haikufeels #haiku #senryu #3lines #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry

I know the wild jump between the first and second stanzas is there but trust me... it gets worse.

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I give you signs of adoration with my hands, inflecting joy with my full chest, drawing soft fingers to face knowing I'm powerless to it. Accepting it gladly palms open, welcoming all of you, as I watch you grow. I find that motherhood then is a state of learning how to say I love you in any language you need.

No idea what to say here. There's backstory sort of. But I won't take away from it by saying it yet, maybe in comments later. For now, enjoy and best wishes 🤗

#wildwalkprompt #love #promptcombo #powerless #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry #motherhood

This is what passes
for freedom now, death of youth
before they question
why this war, this genocide
this bomb drop, this day... why me?

#tanka #tankaboutit #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #poemaday #skypoem #skypoetry #protest #resist #poetrycommunity

I couldn't come up with a new #poem for #poemsabout #spent this time. I dug around my older posts and diaries for things that could use new life. This was part of a would-be modern retelling of Dante's Inferno... sort of, the concept needs work, lol. Enjoy.

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They played games with us,
turned brother against brother
warehouse hide and seek
with our neighbors, then they lit
the chambers. A bone snow fell.

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Human—
it’s so
human,
isn’t it?

To sit here,
so content
in my life,

and to
still long
for something
I believe
long lost.

To want
the “more”
the visions
always promise.

It must be human—
so very
human;

and
the electric
synapse of God
sucks the bones
of my gratitude.

#Poetry #Poem
#SkyPoetry

My scars speak of memories my mind never wrote. Blank pages of thought where trauma should have written its signature, a note. Instead what remains are blank sheets of aged parchment in my head, and these simple marks on skin. Like folded corners, dog-earred pages of chapters to my life best left buried to time. But, they are always there, bold marked reminders that I'm here, alive. They say time cures all wounds, it may, but not without leaving behind marks.

Did another quick one using a similar combo as the last. A possible for one of the versions of behind the mirror at any rate. Enjoy 🤗

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Finally, we shake off
The dust from the wreckage
That had settled on us
We look at the beautiful clouds
Pick each other up
And continue on our way
With a brother-shaped hole
Still carved in our hearts

#poetry #poem #skypoetry #grief #siblingloss

Under the Skin Not obsession. Not possession. It’s the animal memory. The way my spine still arches at nothing— just air shifting wrong, just a shadow that moves like you used to. My body remembers before I do. It remembers weight. The press. The heat of another pulse locking rhythm with mine until there was no telling whose blood was louder. Two bodies learning how to undo the space between them. Two mouths forgetting language. Hands not asking permission from thought— only from skin. You weren’t gentle. You were certain. And certainty does something to muscle. It brands.

There are nights I wake with that old electricity coiled low, as if you’ve just left the room— as if the sheets are still holding your shape. I remember the climb. God, the climb. That gathering storm beneath the ribs, that tightening wire pulled through the gut, that wild, wordless yes rising and rising until the body breaks open like a struck match— light everywhere. For a second there was no past, no future, no name. Just impact. Just release.

Just the violent grace of two pulses collapsing into one bright detonation. And afterward— the tremor. The breathless quiet. The animal gone still but not asleep. Not obsession. Not possession. Just heat that never truly cooled. Just nerve endings that still hum when the world goes dark. It lives there. Beneath thought. Beneath pride. Under the skin.

#poemsabout #prompt #undertheskin.

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@alanparrywriter.co.uk

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The prompt was very sensual to me so I went there

My skin doesn't fit over all of me spilling out, slipping out mind over mouth, soul an ocean emerging in waves pouring from my eyes. I try containing it a sieve to hold back the sea. So instead I try to bottle it, this facsimile  of a face we falsely see as identity. I am all the labels fluid or at least, fitting new forms of pressure created at every moment the air calls upon me to be. I am water.

Repost/fixed a typo. I only have the one offering right now for #poemsabout #prompt #undertheskin. I wanted to do more with it, but the words stayed hidden. Best wishes, enjoy 🤗

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@alanparrywriter.co.uk

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#ThrowbackPoem #SkyPoetry