#niravana #karma #echolalia #selcouth #vellichor #elegy #trace #sutured #pallor #scar #eclipse #dissolve #soporific #hiraeth #immunity
She keeps
#Selcouth sundries
Shelved in sight.
Sinew & skull
In shells & nests,
Jaws & feathers
Relishing rest.
Rescued reminders of
Ferality & fragility,
They appear at her feet
Begging for shelter
To add to her keep.
Only a woman
Could hold such mystery.
#vss365
For my mom, reposted w/her "keep"
#selcouth is itself selcouth
the lyrical quality of archaic language
floating in contemporary space
inspiring words that bridge past with present
for isn't a poetic wish that words live on
and ode and bard are long remembered?
#vss365
~Tomorrow~
Found in the thrift store
Comfortable like #vellichor
Well-worn phrase
Whispers #echolalia
Isn’t it #selcouth
How half-truths
Get recycled like #karma
Tomorrow—
Tomorrow, I’ll try harder.
This is an #elegy
For the me I’ll never be.
#vss365 May 2-6 #poem #poetry
As May 5 dawns to a end, a small write for last 3 days emotions
Selcouth vellichor
Echolalia whispers
My past speaks of you
#haiku #selcouth #vellichor #echolalia #vss365 #uropoet
He became as unusual
As the word #selcouth
I did not hear from him
In regular conversations
#vss365
#sunday
#haiku
breathless, a gasp
let loose
death rasp
clenched teeth
rattle &clap
a loss of caring
small in daring
yet to big
for the fall
suck it in
suck it up
just another
buttercup
in this
selcouth reality
#vss365 #selcouth
It was a town called #Selcouth, built on an abandoned railroad crossing that circus trains would often pass each other on. The carnies, would often hop trains, particularly if they’d had trouble with the law. So no one was welcome to be asking questionsin Selcouth. #vss365 #flashfiction
I recognize the scent before I open my eyes. Dust, leather, ink. I touch a spine; it emits a #selcouth sob. Millions of books, crying.
"Where are we?" I ask the Devil.
"Your TBR list, headed for the dump, since you're dead. Pick one to save."
#Vellichor stabs me in the heart. This is hell. #vss365
#selcouth sounds like some kind of slick salesman. I wonder what he's selling? #vss365 #promptshare #skywriting
#vss365
selcouth spine shivers
amid vellichor volumes
a rare specimen
#selcouth #vellichor
she described me
as #selcouth
but
I never
had
any grace
for sure
but she
was kind
too kind
I learned
grace
many years
later
but she
had gone
with
her clarinet
playing
a happy tune
I can
almost hear
her now
#vss365
A single tinkling bell announces my arrival. Silence envelopes me in her warm embrace
I see the #selcouth yet familiar shelves overflowing with voices of longtime friends
I draw a deep breath and smile, acknowledging the #vellichor of this space
A world of words awaits my exploration #vss365
#vss365
Madame Adellia felt air inflate her leathery lungs and sat up in her coffin. Her eyes reconstituted and she saw blurry bars of light on the ceiling and one wide-eyed youth leaning over her. "What #selcouth sanitarium is this?" she said.
a weird wind wakes me
whisper spreading through the trees
my head bowed in awe
the chill of early morning
unwelcome, yet inviting
#prompt #poem #poetry #selcouth #vss365 #photography #streetart #tanka #poetrycommunity
Cadets, this is Montor. I've been tasked with converting him into a Lostai soldier. Let us help him achieve that goal.”
I am already used to being observed like a #selcouth creature, but these young Lostai look me up and down with contempt.
They think I am not worthy.
#vss365
Ever since Cosmo got his singing voice back, he had slowly been learning how to sing again. Constantly, replaying videos, he kept doing #echolalia like a child learning to speak. The sounds were #selcouth in his mouth while he tried to command the words and sounds. #vss365
I’ve never been good at drawing
But that never stopped my efforts
To sketch the things you liked
Like a butterfly
On a swanlike stem
Or a hummingbird
Drinking from the sweet throat
Of a hibiscus —
All #selcouth lines
And abstract madness;
The shape of my heart
Whenever it came to you
#vss365
Day 4 of #vss365 hosting has dawned to an end.
About the #selcouth poems: They capture raw, offbeat emotions—untamed longing, melancholy beauty, and soulful resilience. It was a really a journey into memories of have and have nots.
I guess the word got a little tough,
#vss365
Every day has its own unique sense of wonder
The yellow in sunlight bouncing off leaves born to a new Spring
Tiny red poppies raising Summer in unkempt meadows
Scattered little #selcouth pencil markings of creation
But today
Magic screams from rooftops
"May the 4th be with you"
Before Jeff could respond, she was placing the card in his hand. "Gold stake cards mimic the transaction process, taking advantage of loopholes in the payment software to create #selcouth payment conditions that allow exploitation without leaving any digital footprint." #vss365
Feeling #selcouth
But I’ve felt that way before
Since my youth
I’ve known what this life
Has in store
Like my mom
Always taught me
Gotta
Keep your own score
Keep your own score
#vss365
All hail:
9th century obscure man
Pursues the #selcouth
The unicorn footnotal.
Patient zero for white disease
Immune to karaoke
(No fun at parties)
Heartily sarcastic
Kid D, wall play wizard.
The first WPRB DJ
A millennium before Marconi
Deeper cuts than you, friend
Deeper cuts than you.
#vss365
Feeling off
Guts are churning
Eyes blurry
Blood is burning
Feeling strange
Mood is not winning
Feet stuck
Vertigo got me spinning
Feeling #Selcouth
Something in my way
Brain needs rest
Tomorrow is just a day away
#vss365
Normal vs
Strange
Strong
Empathetic
Loving
Creates
Opportunities
Uplifting
Thoughtful
Humanity
vs
Strange
Evil
Lurking,
Conspicuously
Oppressive,
Unfortunate;
Trump’s
Hatred
#tHartigan
#vss365 #selcouth
Is anything as #selcouth as a cat?
They can be so wonderfully
Odd
Unusual
And extraordinary.
They are all unique,
As are we all,
But even their uniqueness
Is unique.
Currently mine are being
Extraordinarily adorkable.
#vss365
crumbling script
inks from long forgotten wells
bleed into the dust
call to read or even sing
#selcouth words of old voices
#vss365 #tanka #poetsonbluesky