Latest posts tagged with #FierceBattle on Bluesky
Big love to everyone who showed up through poetry these past weeks:
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Your words mattered. You didn’t just write Pride; you lived it.
Thank you for your voices, your fire, your joy, your truth.
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‘A broken breakfast bar, unpeopled’ Such plain wreckage, that hums with absence. The battle here is domestic & quiet. You let the ruin speak. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
Hole in the roof of a ruin, somewhere in Portugal, looking out at the grey-blue sky. Hole in the Roof There is a hole here now Where the sky gets in And a chill wind whistles and bites Cracked tiles, pie wedges of plates, strewn A broken breakfast bar, unpeopled And a jagged glass bullseye, framed in A rectangle wrecked on the rubbled linoleum Family snapshot, frozen in fun, smiling up at The hole in the roof Inquisitive jackdaws perch precarious Bright blue bead eyes seeking out any sparkle
A Poem a Day, Day 172: Hole in the Roof. I wrote this in 2022, following Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. Works equally well for Gaza and Iran.
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‘Dance like your name was stolen’ - that doesn’t ask, it dares. This is all sweat, glare & reclamation, grinding beauty from rage. Not performance, rather, war cry. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
"Dance like your name was stolen." Steal the show that stole your name. Gore their walls of #glittery #gazes; Gaze through your #velvet embers veil. Dance in your #stilettos, then dance barefoot. Floor the stage that forgot your name! Show them your #sweat, #howl hoarse your #resistance; Howl like no one knew your name! Sweat it out, sweat out your sweet little resistance; Howl like you had to claim your name! Walk out of the floor and dance in rain; Pour like raindrops in a trance... Dance till the raindrops soak your name. — C. Oulens
I’m a day late in posting this but since I attempted it, going to post it. This is from Prompt1 (from newsletter): Velvet Armour; Poetic devices: Alliteration and repetition
First line was provided in the prompt
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'The monster within us / it is awake, it is hungry' that shift hits like a match strike. You flip the fear, feed it power, make it righteous. There’s rage here, but also discipline. This isn’t chaos. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
'Which "me" will I wear today?' is pure theatre; it stages the whole poem as a brutal costume change. Love how you don’t turn from the performance of self. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
Love Love Love: a low tide of crabs looking for the shelter. Left me gasping. So unexpected, so good, so very good. #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle @alanparry83.bsky.social
Some really great word choices, like 'clingclimb' 'bloodsoak' that linguistically catch me off guard, forcing me to pay close attention for what come's next. Nice work! #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle @alanparry83.bsky.social
You are working with some outstanding images here: "pushy hooded crows" "horizons grow gouache cloud shapes" and more that are poetic eye candy. Very nice! PS: welcome to #poemsabout @alanparry83.bsky.social #fiercebattle
So my last poem may have woken me up, but this one is one that kept me awake. The #FierceBattle #prompt from #PoemsAbout wouldn't leave my head. One's more inner world, this one's more worldview. Enjoy. 🤗
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A fierce battle rages
Every morning in the mirror.
Which "me" will I wear today?
I ask, as if it knows.
A mask for every occasion
A code for every switch
I'd call myself a bitch
But I'm trying to be nicer,
I'm still learning
How to love me.
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This: and fight to remember we have wings. The push, the pull, the pushpull / pulling push so tautly written. I read it silently and then as spoken word. NOTHING uncomfortable about either for me. #KeepCreative #poemsabout #fiercebattle @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social
Love: footsteps / not following it says so much about what does /does not come next. Nicely done! #poemsabout #fiercebattle @alanparry83.bsky.social
‘where the Atlantic licks toes’ is both invitation & vanishing point. This meanders like the road it names, with a kind of lyrical inevitability. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘time’s familiar drip, drip, drip interrupted' offers up an eerie disorientation when trauma fractures the everyday. It calcifies silence. Bleak. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘a rage all consuming’ sits at the heart of this. It won’t burn out, this is resistance carved into selfhood, a fight not to be redefined. Fierce & clear-eyed. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘our clashing teeth’ hits like a nerve struck raw, intimate, frenzied, impossible to separate harm from closeness. This spirals in on itself with breathless urgency. Dazzling chaos. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘fingers bleeding / on memory’s hinge’—what an image. That final stanza wounds, naming trauma’s reflex & the lies we tell to survive. Rage under every line. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘I throw these mad arguments to the sky’ is such a howl, wrenched & wild. The biblical weight, the salt-surge defiance, the need to be unmoored; blistering. A storm poem with a pulse. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘til next moon’s stampede’ captures that cruel cycle. This is primal, defiant & undone. An astonishing piece. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘ribs sublux out of habit’ is habitual dislocation, both physical & emotional. This hums with vigilance & grace, holding itself upright. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘The balance is a mirage’ hits hard. Ephemeral, cruelly visible, never touchable. There’s strength in this refusal to romanticise the grind. Just honesty. Just survival. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘they remembered who the enemy was’ So much instinct, futility & almost-forgiveness packed into one line. A tender, absurd, perfectly feathered piece. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘light becomes a weapon’ This is visually arresting, politically loaded, painfully precise. This piece threads nature & nation, tenderness & terror, without letting any of us off the hook. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘Still punching out and down. Mindless.’ This is history class as battleground, every stanza blazing with lived politics & personal cost. Fiercely intelligent & utterly unflinching. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
‘Snipers make spaces for new shoots to grow’ is devastating in its precision—this poem plants horror in the soil of beauty & dares us to call it anything less than truth. Relentless & unsparing. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #FierceBattle
