Thank you; when strong feelings are in the air, these are the kind of words that surface, at the tip of your tongue. It harkens back to #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid.

Since Christmas #PoemsAbout themes have been #Untethered #Clarity #FromTheAshes #BlankPages #OldSkin #BetweenTheSheets #BonesOfTrust #WordsUnsaid #Roots #Dawn #SoftLight & #Awakening It wasn't a coincidence!

The wind is the elemental force, the wind is also a wordless prayer… (I have no idea, actually, I think the answer to your question might be both, but the #wordsunsaid prompt is still on my mind… anyway, I think it’s a good poem question, if you are so inclined).

Stunning. The imagery is sharp and tender all at once - love as both the blade and the balm, the wound and the healer. That final uncorking, releasing fireflies of desire, is pure magic. Absolutely breathtaking. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

This poem ebbs and flows like the tide itself. Rich, rhythmic, and deeply immersive. Each image is a treasure, from ‘rope-calloused hands’ to the ‘snail, hugging the world.’ A meditation on time, loss, and discovery, all wrapped in salt and poetry. Sublime. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

Song of the Tides Today I return to you as if for the first time, searching for sea glass along the shore, wings circling, mussels falling like meteors from gulls’ beaks, the tidal flats stretching an easy mile to blue dories moored in the distance, Portuguese fishermen with their fog songs and rope-calloused hands stinging from salt and patience, who bless the deep because the sea is how they spend their days, the harbor currents rocking each vessel a lullaby. Farther out, rust-red and bottle-green channel buoys, white crests, and open ocean. But here, close in, saltwater bathes the rocks and barnacles, tide pools filled with periwinkles, anemones, starfish. In the end, to make a poem is to become new again, elemental as the shafts of air bubbling up from the sand. What lies beneath, shipwrecked, calling out for something? Waves wash over, regenerating brittle stars. Shadows pass by, still they sink deeper, ossifying into the earth. Finally, I scoop up half a clamshell, turning it until it fits my palm, ridgelines gull-gray and cresting like a moonrise, the weight of it bending back on itself, and I find in its calcified curvature a snail, hugging the world like a quiet prayer. Jenevieve Carlyn Hughes

Two starfish on a tide flat with a glistening reflective surface. A low sunset in the distance, and some gray clouds.

For #wordsunsaid, a poem on the feeling of eternal return to source at times when we are most disconnected from ourselves, each other, or the places we inhabit. I read this at the recent @brokenspinearts.bsky.social open mic. First in Parabola Magazine and the Center for Interfaith Relations, 2023.

Steeped in regret. The repetition pounds like a guilty heartbeat, each line heavy with irreversible loss. 'That look you gave' - oof, a silent verdict echoing through time. Unforgettable. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

Every line drips with desire, the ink itself burning with longing. 'Fast sketched fleshscapes' what an intoxicating phrase, capturing urgency and artistry in a single breath. Obsession never felt so elegantly fevered. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

Powerful. The trees hum with wisdom, while silence holds its own aching language. That ‘trapped butterfly’ image is so delicate, yet so devastating. A plea wrapped in nature’s resilience, longing for sound where quiet lingers. Utterly haunting. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

Heart-wrenching. This captures childhood alienation with such precision—the sting of difference, the weight of unspoken grief. Every detail, from the Peter Rabbit cup to the sherbet lemons, layers sweetness and sorrow with aching brilliance. Utterly mesmerising. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

Exquisite. This flows with the quiet force of a river pushing against its own constraints, unspoken words brimming with urgency, like fish leaping upstream. The contrast between silence and the wild, untamed voice is electrifying. Crack the dam. Let it speak. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

I'm late to the party, but here's my poem for #WordsUnsaid

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The Eye That sight it left your eye that day as stone it flew with all my might I’m sorrier than I could ever say When it turned your day to night Like a meteor in dreadful flight As darkness flew, you looked that way with awful flash of painful blight That sight it left your eye that day Stone fired within; anger gone astray The sky that shone in eye so bright Cannot the dark my days repay As stone it flew with all my might And so it was, no second sight To halt it, neither time to pray Through distant time, or long respite I’m sorrier than I could ever say For I never, for that I pay In debtors’ prison, a thief’s plight Lacking vision, if hand could stay When I turned our day to night That look you gave, my inner fright My fault my rock plunged into clay That look, in turning horrors requite The haunted mind unto this very day. That sight it left…

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A bit late to the party again, but I got a reminder. There is more to this little story but the form dictated the result, so definitely leaving more unsaid, but it says what I wanted it to say. I was about ten when this happened, and there was a lot going on.
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Obsession Parted lips unequipped Breathless consummations Devotions in sacred signs Fast sketched fleshscapes Painted in vivid detail On windless nights, blind And an inkwell drained in Contemplation of you Hidden in my boudoir. Words written by Danielle Grace

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Static swallows words, salt lingers like unshed tears, and ‘held’ carries the weight of everything left undone. This one hurts. The regret seeps through every line, and that final unspoken sentence is shattering. Keep writing—this is powerful. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

This is a nine line poem for #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid @brokensleepbooks.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social

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A poem from my forthcoming full collection

This is beautifully understated, a reconciliation wrapped in instinct rather than words. The tension melts, yet something lingers—an absence, a quiet ache. An echo of everything left unsaid. Subtle, tender, and deeply affecting. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

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Poem: Words leap through like Coho Salmon Words unspoken mark thoughts partly there—they create edges to the space of what is but leave it unoccupied-- The Hoover dam, downstream from drought and awaiting rain, awaiting refill— Ask the Klamath river— is there a better river than a wild wild river crack that concrete and speak

finally time to write about #WordsUnsaid for #PoemsAbout, last, probably least ;-)

I thought I had lots of poems on this but I can't find them, too far in the past perhaps--after I learned CoCo I changed :-) #EndWithAnImage

Love[Sic] from Blood Alluvium. Out now from Parlyaree Press #originalmusic #poetry #booktok #grief #incantation #poetrytok TikTok video by S. Preston Duncan

I'm still waist deep in prose. But here's a piece that I think is at least tangentially relevant to the #poemsabout #wordsunsaid prompt. It's one of my favorites that I've written.

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Beautiful! The appearance of the first person at the very end is a powerful touch. Also, I love the phrase "hungry ghosts, fattened on misery." Thanks for posting! #poemsAbout #wordsUnsaid

Very heartfelt and economical. Love the pinprick of color over the last line. #poemsAbout #wordsUnsaid

This is rich with quiet melancholy, every word carefully chosen to weave a sense of detachment and longing. The contrast between warmth and frost, between craving and restraint, is exquisite. Poignant and masterful. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

Every detail—the congealed dishes, the limp sing-along, the phantom-limbed trees—builds an atmosphere thick with neglect and inevitability. That last line is a dagger, cutting straight to the heart of guilt and necessity. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid

Not had chance yet to check out the cornucopia of #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid yet but I’ll have that pleasure this afternoon. Thanks to everyone who’s already read and commented on my offering.

Nursing Home Outside: pollarded trees twitch phantom-limbs, further away, by-pass traffic is a soft sluggish ocean. Dead dishes congeal all of your room; no pills are due but worries flap like crowding gulls. We visit the lounge: a reedy, haphazard sing-along; then a game involving half-assed balloons. Leaving, I realise: each hutch contains a necessary, uniquely brutal, unsaid betrayal.

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The directness of this poem speaks to the topic of #wordsunsaid in a very clear way. It is, in some ways, a harbinger of what's to come when one does, when one does not speak out. Brava! 👏 #poemsabout

Abstract lines forming a bowl shape, with a hidden sphere above. The poem reads: Curious you should evade so deftly with your word jujustu the softish question I lobbed almost carelessly Now there's a burr worrying the tender area of my fears like a nameless horror hidden in a dinner napkin by anxious hands -gomp_art

i'll contribute this poem i wrote a couple of years ago to #poemsabout #wordsunsaid #poetrysky #poetry

This seethes with sorrow & finality. The weight of withheld kindness, the sharp edges of cruelty, and the irreversible nature of time are all laid bare. The structure itself feels like grief—fragmented, inescapable. Chilling. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #WordsUnsaid