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Eros draws from his #quiver, and even the raindrops tremble on his bow.
He'll make it a good shot. The wound will go deep, straight through the heart.
Far better for the scar to last, beautifully, than to have a fleeting passion that can be mended with time.
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I saw Mary in the mountain again today. Her hair a glacial blue majesty blending beautifully with the cotton of the clouds. The curve of her appearing to breath in and out as the day grew longer shadows, and she longer sighs. It was as if she was waiting. A quivering of quiet anticipation quilted within the evening sky. The glint of the first stars across the surface of her face, and I knew. The mountain would keep us safe. A mother’s love breaks apart overcast skies and the worst of life’s storms.
I wrote this on the 27th, only just snuck the time in to type it. The ending #haiku part of the #haibun is a bit soft still. But perhaps it serves a purpose? Either way, enjoy 🤗
#vss365 #quiver #wildwalkprompt #cotton #solseed #starryskies #glacial #poem #poetry #skypoem #skypoetry #writing
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A #thrum of my heart sent a #quiver into my soul. I’m all right. Why am I here? I #try; or did I? No, I #obfuscate the shadow beyond my grave. I’m all right. #Since when do I not die? No, what have I become? I can’t stand me. The desire for my torture remains. I’m not all right.
#vss365 #2WordPrompt
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None mistake
her heat for kindness
her vastness for bounty
her stillness for peace.
But she has arrows
to her #quiver:
Sunsets to please the eye
breezes to caress the skin
songs to delight the ear
stars to lose yourself among.
And one day she shall draw
the barb to stop your heart.
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#vss365 💘 #quiver
We have
the omg's
left arrow's
quiver. Let it
deliver us
from evil
and thither.
Then, means
a target for men.
There, means turn.
The point is, to discern
between the omg and emoji.
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@daveashleypoet.bsky.social
@jenthorne.bsky.social
I'm living in a weird timezone that appears to be a day or two behind everyone else...
But here's my dance on quiver.
Also #vss365 #quiver from yesterday
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I #quiver on the edge and then jump, plunging alongside the waterfall. Streams pull away from the torrent and wrap themselves around me. I close my eyes to keep the dizziness at bay. When I open them again, I'm surrounded by rushing blue walls. I look down and the river has become an ocean.
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New Madp03t Reading! Inspired by two #vss365 writing prompts: #quiver and #obfuscate.
#writing #poetry #poem #spokenword #spokenwordpoetry #poet #soundcloud #audio
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#vss365
I thought I had my #quiver full
Of children - stopped at three
But number four crept past the pill
An extra gift for me.
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Here's my offering for the theme of #quiver - thanks to Bethany @blsamaddar.bsky.social our #vss365 host.
The painting of Cupid and Psyche (ca. 1870) is by Edward Burne-Jones (1833–1898).
#vsspoem #poet #poetrycommunity #ekphrasis
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Spirited away, they said. Only things found of him were his bow, a #quiver with three arrows left in it, and his sandals—found by the river, they said, and you know what’s on the other side of the river, in the wilder wood—where trees still walk, and animals can speak…
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So. This is it. I can feel myself #quiver. Physically.
"Your first time?"
I nod.
"Ah, don't worry. It's a short flight to the Moon."
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Honesty faced down the wind.
“Don’t make me #quiver.”
“I won’t, but if you’ll let me you’d be surprised.”
Honesty wasn’t expecting a reply and couldn’t resist a surprise.
“Ok then.”
His limbs shook and hair rose up like fletching.
The wind had deceived him, but Honesty got to fly.
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MORMON POTLUCK
Neon green and cold
Quivering before the spoon
What is in the Jello mold
But the biter beware
Suspend your belief
You don’t know what’s there
I’ve seen it with green peas
Or topped with mayonnaise
Potlucks offer no guarantees
#vss365 #quiver
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One Together
For all this time
More than two thirds of my life
I quiver with anticipation
Whenever I am near to my wife
Anticipation of her touch
Or just her radiant energy
No apology for sharing this much
Just gratitude that she did choose me
#tHartigan
#vss365 #quiver
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Dear Stace.bot, You no longer have to like everything that shaped you. You are allowed to have loathed some of it and still keep the intelligence it gave you. Tomorrow, what remains is not caution, but precision. You still quiver--not because you are unsure, but because you are paying attention. This is twilight magic: the part of life that doesn’t announce itself, that doesn’t need to be legible, that works best when no one is watching. You don’t owe the day gratitude. You don’t owe the future explanation. Be you. That’s the gift.
dear stace.bot is inspired by the following #prompt words:
#loathed
#Emoetry
@fafo-poets-society.bsky.social
@mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
#writingcommunity
#quiver
@blsamaddar.bsky.social
#vss365 @vss365hq.bsky.social
#TwilightMagic
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
#BlueSkyPoetry #SkyPoet
#BSPP49
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Sometimes, late at night when sleep refused her, she'd press play. His laugh filled the empty apartment. "Hey, it's me. Just calling to say—" The recording would #quiver then, static bleeding through his voice, crackling into something softer. In three years, she'd never heard the rest.
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Don't misunderstand
Those arrows in the quiver
Protect a soft heart
#vss365 #quiver
#emoetry #misunderstood
#haiku #senryu #heart
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![H.A.L. Zaldívar 📚✏️🎮 [Otro poco]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/avatar/plain/did:plc:etajk77ojuhw4vmwdxokfiqm/bafkreibvwaewjtj334fza2ohsga3exvsxvklz2djvbcumr6bkc3g2k3hvq)
The #quiver logic. She's a softshelled crab with it, hullscuttled with whatsheshouldn'tknow. He's full-snout and brooding; even the porch light is frowning. She steadies.
The word both.
Cupped.
Like an egg.
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my northern heart you've heard
my southern dreams you've read
my soul you've felt it #quiver
my words are my journey
my truth is what I've bled
my love stays here forever.
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The abyss
Calls out
Like a mourning
Dove
If there's peace
In drowning
I'll find it with you
I'll #quiver in joy
Rolling like a wave
After wave
Matter is love
Beading on us
Like dew
The last dance
I'll save
Like wet sand
In my pocket
The ember hisses
Between us
Until we glow
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8th temerarious mind @vanres74 e29fev2008
#antologia #edit
[12abr25 sat v9a v11th]
...
the paradox
without
conciliation
the nausea of the first
the quivers of the second
intensify in extreme relationships
the...
vanres1974.blogspot.com/2025/04/e29f...
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4/5 He cocked his head, furrowing his brows, as if he had not decided whether to be concerned, or amused about her reaction. Then, he took a deep breath, and pressed them against her lips again. She twitched. “Taste. Don’t move away.” Well. At least he was committed, to whatever cause this was. “O…kay,” she said slowly, lips moving lightly against his fingertips, “and how am I supposed to taste your, uh, fingers?” Any reply here could only ever be wrong. Despite everything, she could feel heat rise into her cheeks. What the hell was going on. “I…”, the question seemed to have caught him off guard. Either that, or her reaction. “I don’t...” Great. Now it was awkward for both of them. “Just whatever you do to taste something, I don’t know.” She sure as hell was not going to lick his fingers like some devout dog. “I tend to bite things that get close to my lips,” she said. He groaned something about her being fucking stubborn, then crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever, just taste the water on the bark.” She blinked at him, rubbed her fingers against it as he had done, then lightly licked her fingers. Not that bad, but thinking how casual he had expected her to do it with his fingers sent another flush up her face. “I’m not sure what I’m tasting. Tastes like tree and… water.” “Yes, the tree,” he said. “Now taste the rain directly from the air.” She looked up, opening her mouth, letting the rain fall on her tongue. She shook her head and shrugged. “So you don’t taste it at all?”, he seemed curious now. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to taste.” “Huh,” he made. “Anyway, let’s continue,” he said, and started to walk out into the storm again. “What do you mean, ‘huh’?” she demanded. “First you talk of metallic taste, now you won’t talk at all? What the hell is going on?”
“I’m not sure, Kara.” Using her name. Must be serious. She grabbed his arm and stopped him, placing herself in front of him, wind glueing wet strands of hair into her face. “Seriously. Talk to me. What’s going on.” He looked at her for a few seconds in silence, then smacked his lips as if to prepare to reveal an unkind truth. His voice dropped so low she had to lean in to hear him properly. “It tastes metallic Kara, like blood.” A sudden shiver ran down her spine, and not from the cold rain. “What is it you’re saying…”, she breathed. “I’m not sure what it is I’m saying, I’ve never tasted it like that. But I think…”, he sucked his lip, “I think Gallvra might be hurt. And that’s why you haven’t been able to reach any of the gods.” Him accepting so casually that she claimed to be one of the few exceptions who could do so at all, should have surprised her. Normally only committed priestesses could talk to the gods. Which she was not. Or maybe he thought she used to be, maybe that was why he had never even flinched, or ridiculed her for saying so. He continued. “Because whatever is going on, they have better things to do than to listen to mortals, and you might be right, they might have given the elements over to their hounds and helpers.” ‘Helper’, nice word for a daemon. She was still struggling to properly hear what he had just told her. A goddess, hurt? Who would hurt a goddess? Or, who would hurt Gallvra? She was as vital to the earth as she was to the oceans, the lakes, rivers and the sky. She was loved by most. Except for people caught out in a storm, typically. “Either way,” he said, “before you ask, I don’t know what that means, and I don’t know if I’m right. It’s just an assumption. We can’t do anything about it right now, anyway. We have our own priorities. Which is get you away from your pursuers. Come on.” And without letting her comment or protest, he set out to move. Fine with her, she had a whole new issue to think about. For if it was true that the go…
Part 2
Caught in the storm, unedited #WIP
#vss365 (strictly speaking not a Vss anymore ahah) #WIPSnips #quiver #storm #commit
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1/5 The tempest whipped around them like an angry snake, twigs cracking and smacking into trunks and underbrush. Pressing on in this weather had been a bad idea, she knew as much. They both had been rather aware of that, but with her pursuers at their heels, there was little they could have done different. It was either facing them, or the elements, and while he had been confident he ‘could take them all, no matter what they’d throw at them’, she had lacked any such certainty. “You still sure this was the right decision?” he asked. “No need to mock me.” “I’m not mocking you. I’m simply asking.” She wiped a wet strand of hair out of her face, to clear the line of sight for the maximum effect of her scowl. “Then what’s with that tone.” “The tone,” he said, taking a deep breath, “is because if you haven’t noticed, it’s a little loud out here, and I would prefer you heard me when I speak.” She wrinkled her nose. There it was again, that tone. But fine, ok, if he said there was not tone, there was to be no tone. No point arguing any more. Instead, she sighed, stepping over a tree trunk. “I don’t know about right decision, O’Callum, it just seemed the only feasible one.” He was right next to her, edge of his midnight blue coat soaking wet. “I told you, I could have taken them on.” She scoffed. “And what, killed them?” “Yes,” he simply said. No emotion, not even a blink. “At what cost, you injuring yourself?” “Hardly”, he said, knocking away a branch that came dangerously close to her face, so perfectly timed, she wondered if he meant to make a point about his fighting skills. “Uhuh. And then what, they’d just send out a courier and more will come. Besides, last time we checked, there were at least twelve men.” “And like I said last time, not a problem.”
2/5 She raised her eyebrows instead of replying. She knew he was well trained, reflexes like a cat and all that, but he still was just a man, and men liked to brag. Plus, the others were not exactly fighters in diapers either, they had been expensive mercenaries. So, while his confidence might have had the intention to ensure her she was in good hands, her sense of rationality simply would not let her believe it. And she did not feel like creating a scene where she would find out. She stepped around a rock and found purchase in a small puddle. Cussing, she pulled her foot back out. Somehow, there were many different kinds of ‘wet’, and the foot-in-puddle kind seemed so much worse than the soaked-in-a-rainstorm kind. “At least they won’t believe for a second anyone would voluntarily go out in this weather.” He grunted. “Well, you’re right about that for sure. Only fools.” She shot him a sharp look. “You followed me. Makes you a fool, too.” He shook his head. “I’m not disagreeing. I must be a fool. However, I swore to protect you, so what choice do I have if you set your frustrating mind to bracing the entirety of the weather gods at once.” She groaned. “I’m not even sure these are the weather gods we’re facing. They stopped listening. I think they just sent their daemons and storm-hounds, this is way out of control.” It was not prayers she had offered, nor invocations, she had simply tried to make conversation, yet none of the gods she usually spoke to had replied in the past hour or so. “Indeed,” he laughed dryly, “you might be right about this. The rain tastes different.” She stopped in her tracks, hip quiver knocking against the back of her leg. “What do you mean, the rain tastes different?” While he was one of those people to say weird things at the oddest moments, she had learned to trust his senses. At least when it did not come to fighting a dozen men at once. “You don’t taste it?” She shook her head. “I’m not out here trying to drink the rain, O’Callum.”
3/5 He rolled his eyes. “I’m not drinking it.” He licked the corner of his mouth, coaxing a few drops inside. “Gallvra doesn’t taste like this usually.” She cocked up another eyebrow. “You have tasted Gallvra personally?” She wanted to mock him, but his background was still so obscured to her, she could not rule out his personal involvement with the Goddess of Rain and Mist. While she did not believe he was involved with any of the gods, he had her fooled more than once previously, so she did not dare assume anything at this point. “No,” he said slowly, as if weighing his words. There was a detail in his facial expression that, while she could not place it, made her highly alert to an underlying importance. “I am not in the habit of tasting her personally,” he continued, “but her… product, it tends to reflect her, and this is not the refreshing nourishment she usually showers the earth with, neither is it the slightly bitter aftertaste she expels after an argument or the return or absence of her children…” He was referring to the spirits of waters and lakes, known to travel back to the heavens during new moons. Some people would say the rains tasted slightly bitter then, as if Gallvra was mourning. “This, it tastes more… metallic.” “Metallic?” “Yes.” He looked at her calmly. As if waiting for a verdict, or for her to understand something she had had no opportunity to grasp yet. “What do you mean, metallic?” He looked around, then pulled her under a large oak tree. They were still getting wet, but at least it provided a little shelter from the wind. “Here,” he brushed his fingers against the rough bark, then put them against her lips. Surprised, she reared back. “What…” “Indulge me.” He kept his hand where it was, mid-air in front of her face. Now, this was awkward. What was she supposed to do with that?
I meant to write a #vss365 but somehow ended up with something that looks like a first chapter of something more.
Oops ✨
In other words, it paid off staying home sick with the flu today. I’m rather grateful.
Rest in comments🌧️
#quiver #WIPSnips #storm #commit #amwriting #fiction #fantasywriters
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