Spriha Kant

I love the metaphor used for moon "a yucky pale yellow"

we need them
need the hope of saplings
the steady growth of youthful trees
the reminder of vitality
and finitude
that we too will offer
what shade we can
return to earth
and be reborn

#vss365
Copse

#Measurable

to satisfy forms
we take agony
and scale it

ask you to pin down
with number
how loss constricts the heart

how despair's tendrils
leech joy
from even gentleness

how fury
burns connection
to cinder

and yet
you answer

I guess...
six?

#vss365

my shadow the wick
my body a struck match
I am that brief light
caught between the leap
and graceful fall

#Photography Adrianna Amari
@4aamari.bsky.social

I said whatever I felt. 😊

You have a beautiful heart with keen observation. That's why you wrote such a poem.

Too beautiful 😍

#vss365

Skinfluencer

They told me
to be famous
I must “have the glow.”

So I bought
a discounted ring-light,
hugged it
until my skin shone
like bruised silk

Now my followers
emoji-drown me,
tell me I'm "lit",
while I
suffer
from
third degree heatstroke.

#famous

#vss365

Sun-spurned

There'll be
no
writing today
I’m burned.

Icarus slyly nods.

the sun flew
tooclosetothepage
heliacal words
melted
my pen
and
I
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
with
only scorch-marks
to say
I was here.

#heliacal
#writerscommunity
#poetrycommunity

#vss365 #heliacal #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #write #writingcommunity #gorhyme

A Plotted Ellipse

We need a different
kind of #education
not just another
brick in the wall.
Not bound by reservation
but free & fair

A syllabus
that unites
not divides
that teaches
peace, not war.

We need books
that breathe love
with lessons that shape
gentle hands & open hearts

~rev
#vss365

she was a poet
inhabited
by many tongues
held tenacious within her

words stirred
as jasmine tea
rose to her lips
& the room soaked
in aroma of musing

after she slipped
beyond the hour
we remember her
& her tribe
#famous by keeping
the rest of us
a tiny bit more alive

#vss365 #poetry

found
My light
Radioactive
In sunlight

Our reservoir
With embers
Intoxicating
And wild

I sit
In slumber
All disaster
Surrounding

I found
My life
Succumbing
To death

Pick-up sticks
and jumbo shrimps
stuffed deep in
weak-piss-yellow pants

Trauma pain
and blood red stains
the skeleton of
a nightingale

#Domestic flights
after all-day fights
ancient wisdom stamped
on trading cards

An open meadow’s majesty
ancient pagan pageantry
a host, a graft
in mortal combat

your #famous maneuver
a dagger to the heart
cliché but effective

a river of blood
flowing in tributaries
to an ocean of grief

we embark there
on a viking ship
chromosomes on the wind

we set sail to a future
but the ancient horizon
is always looming

the ancient horizon
looms forever

#vss365

🥰

Thank you @thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social for this..

The Starbeck Orion, Issue 13, Day Seven features the artwork of Spriha Kant A Feast Of Artwork And Words

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Wolf Eye Territory – Paul Brookes 34 Our Storm Eye also call us Hunger or Ice Eye. Stillness, whilst all around rages. Hushed centre inside when you gape at our barrenness. Deadness, perhaps, but clarity ventured. Your raging eye looks at our calm and style. Breathes easier. Gusted leaf shadow prone black dog lope. Lightning your deadly smile, what the thunder said your voice. Your hailstone land is popping popcorn. Skin a short, sharp shower. Left you to dry out in sole heat of no goodbyes or see you laters. Part whist at our unruffled wax, wane. Storms beat your rocky slopes, snowfall binds you to earth with noise of winter, our eye lights your worth

Hi @rfsmith.bsky.social Ronnie. Thankyou for the timely #promptcombo #Storm. Here's my first response. It's from my collection "Wolf Eye Territory:"

#promptcombo #Storm
@rfsmith.bsky.social

I've read some great responses to @rfsmith.bsky.social's brilliant #PromptCombo #Storm. Here's mine: a fragment of memory which might be worth developing a bit more #BlueSkyPoets #PoetryCommunity

THINKING ABOUT TURNER

There I was
strapped to a mast
paintbrush in hand
trying to capture
the power of a storm
as the wind rushed
brushing my face
only a madman
would go to such lengths
but I am man
whose passion for art
runs deep

@rfsmith.bsky.social
#promptcombo #Storm

called my
self
tornado-
hurricane,
self
deprecation of
my destructive
nature;

I’ll build a house
tear the roof
off,
erect a tower
demolish it,
make bridges
burn them,
this is my story;

sound the siren
changed paths
don’t get caught
in the fray
#promptcombo #storm #poetry @rfsmith.bsky.social

Esher Esher, post-gig hotel your old poetry haunts halcyon, elite education A shared city, never met just a toxic app and toxic you, now I know duplicity I accept, your manipulation controlling each reply or post I reject, all your daily venting at sisters, for writing beautifully Recognition craved, was no excuse Accolades at your feet now one hundred yet? Spiritual poet they say, dark make up selfies for awards ..and yet you called them whores for sharing just a smile all the while, ice back-up on the side The darkest part of the spleen ? I loved your prose from day one, witnessing that psychopathic cruelty behind your art destroyed my faith in poetry itself Then again I’m just a burnt-out accolade that never was Matt Guntrip

A #poem for Sunday. Stuck in a hotel with Plath thinking.
Taking a knife to the knots of narrative; you to the art form itself is truth...but at least you won’t read it.

Esher

#poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #narcissist

after she manifoldly
collided with walls of flesh
making her truth
derail from the path
she awakened
as if by fate
an #audacious gaze
that bridges the real
& defies singular time

in the throat of days
she raised
the sovereign vision
& became the vessel
of her own dawn

#vss365 #poetry 🖼️StockCake

tell me
more stories of your life
happy or sad
for I know they will
transport me
and I shall watch you
study your face
and I will know
your heart
at the moments
that made you
who you are
and always will this have
depth
the bass tones
of the beat I hear
with my ear
pressed against your chest

#vss365

We follow the drove roads in late summer the moon is new when night finally comes where starlight and satellites hang like chandeliers above us already what we see is history now the sky dances just for us a reel we both know so well and your eyes as bright as any star as you trace the old drove roads where shooting stars follow the paths our ancestors walked across the heavens signals crossing stone and stardust we lie on our backs in the heather you take my hand beside the old shieling in the briefest night and the world is fine

Nice to write something fresh for #poemsabout #chandeliers after a week away, hope you enjoy it. Thanks as always @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the great prompt and everyone for the wonderful poems I'm enjoying reading instead of getting work done! #poetry #poemsonbluesky

Pthalo Blue by Dawn McLachlan I think I must have known all along Because in that long winter night When the air prickled with new possibilities I felt a cool rush chase the breath from my lungs Beneath a chandeliered sky Hushed by the whisper of the tides I stepped forward and reached out into the blue ***** The poem is white upon a background image of deep blue night sky and sea painted by the author. Oil on canvas.

A #FridayPoem for #poemsabout #chandeliers

The background image this week is my own painting of the same name as the poem.
Phthalo Blue

#poetry #poetsofbluesky #poemAltText #chandelier #poetrycommunity #poetrysociety #poems