The fields
were not as empty
as he thought
Tomorrow
was not as deadly
as he feared
Expectations
do have a way
of leading us astray
Perhaps tis best
to toss all assumptions
and exist at face value
#fromOneLine #poetry #poem #amwriting
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Sleep wouldn’t come over despite calling and begging them for hours. Fine, two can play this game.
383 #FromOneLine
It took two tubes of glue, three bags of glitter, and four albums from The Specials to get through this gawd awful task. Who assigns art projects in an English class?
382 #FromOneLine
Three copper pennies lay on his open palm. His eyes widened & blinked rapidly. He had watched about pennies in history. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d get to see one in person or better yet, hold one! Let alone three! Three copper pennies! His luck had changed today!
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5/ “Jess,” whispered Seren, “I don’t think it’s a tree.”
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4/ Hawk teased.
“Ha freaking ha,” said Jess, “Don’t remind me.” She continued swiping the gunk off her arms “Next time I’ll ta—“
They turned to look in the direction Jess was pointed. The tree stilled and big eyes blinked at them. Lots and lots of big eyes.
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3/ specimen kit and do your thing.”
Xander shook his head, “Shouldn’t one of us stay clear? What if it’s acid or explosive or God knows what?”
They all looked up at the dripping tree-like limbs waving erratically.
“It looks like Jess when that swarm of mole-bees went after her,”
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2/ Blue bits flung off him hitting everyone near him.
Aria stood nearby pulling chunks off Seren’s mask. It stretched between them like hot cheese pizza.
“It has an elastic consistency,” said Aria.
“We’ll need samples.” Jess pointed at a tall man ten feet away, “Xander— grab the
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They were having too much fun considering plant-like blue goo covered them like fondant on a cake. They faithfully trusted their tailored exploration suits to protect them.
Jess laughed and wiped her mask. Through smeared gack, she saw Hawk shaking his head like a wet dog.
1/
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2/ But he wasn’t. She knew because she had checked.
She assessed his torso leaning, his leg movements—none and none. His glacial facial revealed nothing.
His words — nada.
Only his eyes gave glimpses she could interpret.
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It was hard to interpret. His body language was like none she’d viewed before. The head nods contradicted his words. His eyes stayed still and gave nothing other than smoldering desire. He held his arms in an awkward back grab clutch and left them there as if he were handcuffed.
1/
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I’ve forgotten too many things that seem important and remember too many things that mean nothing.
And the numbers, they’re rambling around like a bowl of steaming alphabet soup. A jumble of nonsense taking up space. Space I’d rather use for passwords and lyrics.
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6/ My bag with many pockets has a mind of its own.
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5/ running.
My bag doesn’t like that. I found out when it exploded in his hands and immediately appeared back on my back.
I might have laughed out loud after my initial scream. I don’t approve of exploding people into tiny bits and pieces, but it’s not like I did it.
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4/ Only when it’s fake like in movies and books.
Speaking of magic, my close friends think I know magic. I let them think that.
They’ve tried to peek in my bag full of pockets, but it looks like a regular ol’ backpack to them.
One person, no longer a freind, grabbed it and took off
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3/ watching comedy thrillers. There’s nothing better than watching a bad guy get got in a bloody explosion but only when the writers somehow make it funny. It seems like magic that they make me laugh out loud when someone is exploding. That sounds like I like murder, but I don’t.
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2/ backpack. Not too big, not to small, right there in the middle of the Goldilocks zone.
It also changes colors if I think about it hard enough. Right now it’s emerald green because I’m feeling kind of foresty and enjoying the fresh air.
Last week it was deep red cause I kept
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My bag has many pockets. Some hold tables and chairs like a Mary Poppins carpet bag. Others have cold drinks and snacks. One pocket holds a few books I like to read while swinging in a hammock I store in yet another pocket.
Looking at it, you would think my bag is just a common
1/
The fields were not
as empty as he thought
but his soul was a barren plain
laid to waste
after the #tempest self created
blew through his firewall unabated
and leveled all feeble moral restraints
#FromOneLine #vss365 #poetry #poem
The fields
were not as empty as he thought
which cramped his plans
for reflective peace and quiet
in this urban environment
littered with boisterous children
intent on enjoying play time
#fromoneline #inkmine #poetry #poem
A branch with a not yet unfolded, green leaf stretching over a path. © Stefanie Neumann - #KBFPhotography
#3GoodThings
1) Received my #FromOneLine Vol. 7 hardcover copy.
2) Had a short, pleasant #KBFWalk.
3) Stayed creative.
Yours?
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#KBFWotY #Spring #March #UrbanNature #Photography
The fields were not as empty as he thought
through the glisten of the morning dew
purple petals gave way
cushioned in Winter's sodden leaves
Albeit oft tardy
Springtime takes it's rightful place
#FromOneLine
#sensewrds #200
(sparkled, iris, pillowed)
#MadMarch (place)
What time is breakfast
and when does the sun rise again
and who will pull the blinds to the side
and which cherry will be popped
and how will I get rid of this lilac longing
and why am I doing this all again?
#fromoneline 409 #foxprose #wildwalkprompt #faesense #poetry
A collage of the book cover, an excerpt from one of my pieces, and the list of included writers.
I finally got myself a print version of #FromOneLine Volume 7.
10 of my pieces are in it, next to the works of many wonderful artists.
@fromoneline.bsky.social
The fields were not as empty as he thought
so this steamy sexual tryst
was videoed by drone technology
to capture their sin of infidelity
The cynical detective
in possession
of the cheating session
would take full advantage
of the blackmail opportunity
for personal profit
#fromoneline #inkmine
Getting my Saturday writing juices flowing...
#WritingCommunity #WritersOfBlueSky #PoetryCommunity #PoetsOfBlueSky
#vss365 - divide
#2wordprompt - deliver/study
#emoetry - bitter
#vssdaily - chain
#OurPoetryX - fresh-faced
#FromOneLine - the fields were not as empty as he thought
A etheree poem/vss based inspired by several Bsky writing prompts. White text on black background: the fields were not as empty as he thought as twisted life-forms converged in droves, poisonous numbers increasing isn’t this where in movies an emotional twist happens just in time to save the day voices screech: it’s lights out --------------- #FromOneLine 410 | The fields were not as empty as he thought #WeirdMicro | emotional twist #2WordPrompt | increase, appear #horrorprompt 2132 | poisonous #vss #poetry
#FromOneLine 410 | The fields were not as empty as he thought
#WeirdMicro | emotional twist
#2WordPrompt | increase, appear
#horrorprompt 2132 | poisonous
#vss #poetry
The fields were not as empty as he thought
Now that Spring has finally arrived
the barren plains have come to life
into a wonderous blossoming
that fills in the blank spaces
between Earth and Sky
#fromoneline #inkmine #poetry #poem
The fields were not as empty as he thought
because lurking in the thickets
was the mythical snake in the grass
which was not greener on the other side
with the blood of a serpentine puncture wound
adding a crimson flavor to the scene
#fromoneline #poetry #poem
The fields were
not as empty as he thought,
blades of grass cutting
confidence,
shredding ego as he gets
closer, closer;
he kneels,
entreats
this pastoral life-
air,
emotional
twists ahead-
show me
light
#fromoneline 410 #bedroomeyes #emoetry #vss365 #ourpoetryx #weirdmicro #cassiopeian #poetry
