‘Magnesium hashing judgement’ is such a razor-sharp image - elemental & ominous. This whole poem simmers with ferocity, refusing to blink. Unsettling in all the right ways. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

Anything that uses the hashtag #PoemsAbout is discoverable here. I change the theme every week. This coming Friday it's #Thresholds. Until then it's #ShiftingSkies.

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'Spewed flasks of acid from tumour­ed sky-lungs' is a stunning gut-punch - vivid, monstrous & surreal. Love the way syntax collapses into fragmentation. End-times lyricism done right. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

Apocalypse has come and gone We're just grubbing in the ashes. Samuel R. Delany the magnesium flame sky of this apocalypse has burnt out to hang leadened // has spewed flasks of acid from tumoured sky-lungs // come to pierce walls // enter nuclei // and forever alter // the helix gone uncoiled in the dusty silence //we're frozen Just. More than just. grubbing through scorched bark // like iron filings // in search of threads // filaments // the beginning in the ashes

From this week’s prompts-Prompt 7
#postapocalypse
#poemsabout
#shiftingskies
Thanks @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social

#poemsabout
#shiftingskies

up in the blue clouds
old songs on the turntable
down here feels groovy

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My 2nd draft-want-to continue-to-play-with submission for
#poemsabout #ShiftingSkies and #PromptCombos #Together prompts
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‘sky the colour of smoke / glows’ is such a startling shift - quiet, then radiant. Love how the whole poem builds toward that final exhale: not just breath, but roar. Subtle, sensory, & full of restrained power. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

‘hoping the next / moment is better than / the last’ hits with raw, necessary weight. Stark & honest, this poem wrenches metaphor into protest - a slow boil of survival under pressure. Do not stop writing like this. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

‘Let the week turn to cinders while we sleep’ - that’s a stunner. Such atmospheric, firelit languor here, with a delicious undertow of eeriness. Gently strange & smouldering. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

‘The good luck wish, the tiniest horseshoe’ — this whole piece is a tenderness-map. Everything detailed, held, remembered. A lush act of love. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

Abstract composition of multiple images of swift's wings & silhouettes in motion. Work entitled: "Swifts, Paths of Movement, Dynamic Sequences" by Giacomo Balla, 1913

#vss365 #gossamer #tanka

Consider the swift's
Nest: Gossamer-threaded on
The wing; Calligrams
Fashioned out of dander shorn
From wind-borne heavenly foes.

©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

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Afternoon, late winter landscape caught between winter’s sleep and spring wakefulness everything is still light traces your face with cold fingers sky the colour of smoke glows as though fire hides in it bare shoots of river willow glow like orange flames rain falls the moment catches the breath then opens its lungs roars

I hope I’m not too late for #poemsabout #ShiftingSkies Sorry! Still not equipped with my full energy. Anyway, good morning #BlueSkyPoets, @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and @alanparry83.bsky.social Have a lovely day

lobsters

Written back in summer, took another stab at it recently. Shows a tumbling transition of sorts.

for #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social

Black feathers I wake up after the storm and take a slow deep breath. Limbs and twigs are strewn across the yard, glistening with a wet sheen as sunlight skips across harsh corners. We leave the wood, let our neighbor pick the sticks up later because we know how much they love bonfires in the front yard. The high hot flames. Silhouettes of children running and squealing. Let the week turn to cinders while we sleep. You and I, we prefer black feathers. Punctuated caws as crows alight on nearby trees or the lonely lamp post across the street. Throw out your feed and we’ll watch them line up as the clouds part.

Here's a poem I've been working on this week #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies
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What an amazing day of #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies for @brokenspinearts.bsky.social - great to come back to it after a very full long day of other (intense!) stuff and find such a wealth of writing and such a smorgasbord of feedback on my own poem. Amazing what one can learn via other eyes and ears!❤️

This #poem is so attentive to its geography; to the wet earth underfoot, the glowing of light, expansive overhead. I think of seasons and how earth and sky shift alongside them. #poemsabout #shiftingskies #poetsofbluesky @brokenspinearts.bsky.social

This was a fun read from the gods to us. Enjoyed the sustained attitude and the closing lines. Gods will be gods and we will always want them to remain ever-non-changing. But they are, aren't they? #shiftingskies #poemsabout @brokenspinearts.bsky.social

What a wrap-up! Takes in everything worthy of becoming more beautiful be/c of change. Brava! #poemsabout #shiftingskies #poetsofbluesky @brokenspinearts.bsky.social

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Alas, for #PoemsAbout #Shiftingskies,
something else to "marvel at" (as it were)

Con Trails

#poem #poetry #vss365

‘an extreme weather event tearing inside me’ — visceral, maternal, immense. This unspools with unbearable tenderness & seismic ache. Proper knockout last line too. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

‘Let us dance in shards of light’ — what a gorgeous, hopeful line. This rises like the season it mirrors: quiet, then fierce, then full of grace. A renewal poem with heat. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

Both of these are devastating & luminous — brutal elegies where religion, memory, grief & longing are stitched into something sacred & unbearable. ‘A world turned winter turned war’ & ‘the sky’s a calf born legs-first’ — lines that wreck & stay. Astonishing! #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

This week's take on the #poemsabout #ShiftingSkies prompt from @brokenspinearts.bsky.social was inspired by a @kathyfish.bsky.social prompt (thanks Kathy!) and a real shifting sky situation! 💜

Change Into Christ (Please Let Me Die At The Same Time) It is always dusk o’clock here. In an eyelash wish’s stillborn frailty, the sky’s a calf born legs-first, catastrophe-first, everything else later. Shifting from blue to blur to luminous radioactive bruise on the forehead of a god who forgot us. Crisscrossed with power lines, this tabernacle, his skin; reminds me how electricity is just another word for rapture. An eye a sweetwater home for jellyfish as poisonous as love. Acid trips for hummingbirds. Your mother’s clothesline still loops a noose into the breeze; your turquoise shirt flapping its forever childlike Purple Mort Bleu wings. You’ve always been a rare species, a holy creature of terror and light. Cotton and polyester and cocaine. Teenage death row sainthood. The small fawn-boned wrists curled into the slender limbs of a crucifix, strapped to a sterile stretcher. I told her that I’m scared of my lungs continuing to function after yours won’t. After you have breathed the final exclamation mark that will be the end of a story I will sing my whole non-life.

How that will change everything, most importantly your heart into animal rot, into an organ malfunctioning; a Christlike machine stopped still in its absolute martyrdom. How it will pale your name from sea and wave to history and eulogy. Hushed curses and the fear of those not afraid of the fire. How I hate myself for not suffering as beautifully as only you can do. How a church churns into a mausoleum, how you were holy water dripping from the never-kissed lips of an exorcist. How the spring green forever lapses into brackish prison floor linoleum. Croci as iron bars, nails on a cross. The sun a dappled thimble of would-be enlightenment and puppy-eyed belief. But there will be no warmth and there will be no hope. Only a slender- corpsed dragonfly syringe. A world turned winter turned war turned burial ground. An is into a was, a girl into a tomb. And a could have been into a never.

For #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies ✨

For @brokenspinearts.bsky.social
& @alanparry83.bsky.social

I’m sorry it’s gotten a little long.
I just can’t shut up once I get going sometimes.

Kind of a stream of consciousness thing for this week’s #PoemsAbout #shiftingskies

Very grateful for this platform.

Thanks, Paul. You are always so encouraging 🙏 No beating around the bush in this poem, right? Actually, I find its really helpful for readers to 'know' the geography of where they are as soon as possible. #poemsabout #shiftingskies #poetsofbluesky @brokenspinearts.bsky.social

‘Custodians of / Ancient songlines etched with a / Thumbtack of neurons’ — that’s such a striking, mythic-meets-modern image. This truly soars & spirals. Deeply atmospheric. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies

I guess this short poem falls under the #PoemsAbout rubric of #ShiftingSkies with the arrival of spring, maybe also the #PromptCombo of #together, as it tells of two strands of convergent evolution meeting at Whitsun. 🤷‍♂️

Poem: ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

‘at first just hairline fractures, / spider-webbing’ is such a sharp, quiet image of slow collapse — felt in the body as much as the barrier. A powerful arc from awe to wreckage to strength. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ShiftingSkies