unspoken
yet felt
a bloom
as hot
as a sunflare
keeps us
awake
at night
#BSPP51 #poem #poetry #writterscommunity
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#spokenword far far away. Well #Bracknell anyway.
#storytelling and #poetry night at The Newtown Pippin
16th July if you are sitting comfortably the #openmic can begin
730pm
All welcome theme “Skin”
#writterscommunity #Berkshire
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Her name is Summer.
She hides half of the and suddenly makes an appearance. She is Beautiful and Bold.
#gardening #thoughts #plants #writterscommunity
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Automated Industry or: Anxious Ingenuity new gear, new mode, old fear good lord this will change everything another churning threat to survive glacial till the melting flood how did we make it out alive before knapping tools and finger painting then smoke stacks and automats still with the aching backs making more beyond the older skills while filling bellies to somnolence caverns into warmer homes without an errant tooth or claw more safe and free to wonder much more than the shards we honed i’ll trade my obsidian dagger for lightning of my own -J.A.Miller
Automated Industry or: Anxious Ingenuity
#poetry #art #writterscommunity
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The Sun is cliché Gracing every other page With “dappled” “golden” “rays” Can we blame the poets for this one, though? Just look at it! Oh, well, okay, don’t look at it Just a quick, careful glance Immense Then the afterimage dance on shut eyelids Of the first painter of all art A ghost that couldn’t bare to part From your notice for even a moment The heavenly host we take all fire from The fickle flame that cooks the meat The fabulous heat that animates it I submit that every poem Owes birth to the gilding lord of the horizon Only polite to occasionally give a mention As we, beads of water on warming glass Evaporating dew on morning grass Kill time as we wait to be taken back Despite aspirations of a futile few That dream to master Or escape -J.A.Miller
The Sun is cliché
#poetry #art #writterscommunity
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Blue flickering on the back wall glow of a hundred faces curated constellations our cartooned histories paint in our technicolor dreams cast in gleaming silhouette we shadow puppets feast we gorge dying heaven gems caught in hypnotic trickery almost escaped from our comfy caverns that light chases us on our sleeves lightning bugs dancing in our hands while dying across our streets so we still drown in blinding spotlight that bright blue glow that makes us seem so dim -J.A.Miller
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sound iz written in movement through air as wind iz written in the sand, as time and geology write in tectonics and glaciers, as sea and tide are inked by the lunar orbit, not to mention saturns bands…
how do you write the mind?
#poem #poetry #writterscommunity #thoughts #booksky #beauty #mind
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What were your favorite reads this year? Did you have a fiction that hit close to the heart? A craft book that really clicked? A business book that cemented how you want to run your brand next year?
#Romance #writing #writter #writterscommunity #author #authorssupportingauthors #yearreview
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