Latest posts tagged with #UnMoored on Bluesky
Please don't look away.
I am unmoored
by your righteous anger,
head bent in despair
heartstrings slip
between my fingers
in light of the looming
desolation of human spirit,
and all I'm asking
is that you bear witness.
#vss365 #loom #bend #unmoored #slips #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry
At sunset, we head to the pool and drift in chlorine dream, #unmoored from time, groggy from too much sun and stolen beer.
Next week, we'll travel to new lives on separate planets. College. Internships. Jobs.
Our last summer ever. We don't say goodbye until it's too late, until it's gone. #vss365
under slate grey skies
wind sculpted hawthorns #bend
sparse leaved and thorn laden
like dark witches
wizened by the weather
like dark stories
whispered low at the hearth
and yet it is here
in the harshness of nature
where I am uplifted
#unmoored at last
from expectations
#Vss365
#BlueSkyPoets
she is #unmoored
chasing illusions,
ephemeral sparks in the ether,
withering—
away
from rain
from heat and light
from touch:
chemistry
that ripens fruit
and paints barren landscapes with flowers
#vss365 #poetry
When The Mary Tyler Moore Show ended things, I became somewhat #unmoored. That woman put on quite a show. I was never truly attached to MTM—the show, not the woman—although I was very attached to the woman in that show, and maybe more so the woman that played her in said show.
#vss365 #prose #verse
The harbor is my mind, and each boat is a thought. Some are #unmoored, some are anchored and stationary.
Some glide along on sails, some chug over waves on motors.
Whether it's a hurricane or flat as a mirror, I love to close my eyes and see my harbor of thoughts.
#vss365
#vss365
I am the night,
a whisper in the sails,
a draught through the timbers,
a chill in your sleep—
the nightmare
that #unmoored the crew.
Now, Captain
of this ghost ship.
Adrift. Alone.
Of History’s Crowns, Missing Ledgers By C. Oulens There reigned an emperor whom history favoured empire held firm— lust confined to perimeters When wars reached the ends of coffers, his benevolence reached out to battle-broken taxpayers Melted treasury’s gold, marked as his own Auctioned gilded trinkets, stamped with royal seal on blood spent and fruits of soil The throne— not listed. Power— not unmoored. Cuisine not touched— the chef un-fired. The crown safe— an added jewel— kindness recorded in the emperor’s ledger
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Everything about us
was off the record
in this out of bounds relationship
We eventually
both grew weary
of our shadowy existence
So we mutually agreed
to drop the pursuit
of phony social respectability
and drown out the jealous whispers
with our shrieks
of #unmoored happiness
#vss365 #poetry #poem
Cataclysm Gravitational waves emanate from the rupture. The center cannot hold. A golden escalator delivered our destruction: a neutron star colliding with our own. We are unmoored, roots torn, mortared and pestled to cosmic dust. We drift, disconnected particles between polar extremes. Nuance and subtlety buckle like a paved-over rose garden, dined on by tuxedoed billionaires. History, pocked by revisions, is a playground for strongmen crowning themselves in laurels. Morality, composted by radioactive decay, is a black hole of corruption. Meaning, a Firebird — dark and songless, beak a diamond stylus stuck in a vinyl groove — caged in a temporal whorl. Courage is lifting the needle, composing a new song. – Gayle J. Greenlea
Gratitude to @blsamaddar for the #vss365 poetry prompt, #unmoored.
#Unmoored from the hill she'd been sleeping under, the giant rises to her full height and roars.
Kurt Kerf2: What should we do?
Peach Schnapps: Run!
K2: You can't outrun a giant!
Peach: I don't have to outrun her, I just have to outrun you.
K2: What?
Peach bolts.
#vss365
Twas a minute past seven
so as always
we tardy mongers
were late for something
which is par for the course
for those free floating souls
perpetually #unmoored
from scheduling tyranny
always dictating
where we're supposed to be
and how we need to think
#fromoneline #vss365 #poetry #poem
We cut the tie We set adrift 'Neath starry sky On tidal lift I'd longed for home A fabled berth No more to roam The weary earth For you my love I'd stay aboard Strange stars above A life unmoored Though sirens sing Of harbors true Of golden rings And ribbons blue My heart you steal A severed line A steady keel Your hand in mine
Photo by Jared Hughes found at Flicker
#vss365 #Grief #Loss
#Unmoored is the aimless drifting that follows the passing of one’s mate, when the world moves forward but the heart cannot.
It’s drudging through empty days, carrying the weight of absence.
#vss365
In the wilderness,
#unmoored,
bask in the seconds
of an endless day.
Soul dwellers dance
cheeky to cheek,
green meadows shimmer
with morning dew;
nature's soothing
reclamations
of youth
Boringly broken
Robinly crobard
Just an #unmoored message
Justice as unmoving massage
Unmored missile
Wishing it did the job
But i keep evading
Never knew i learned that skill
All else fail
All but soul’s pointless
Sole’s hole
Brain so frail
Who knows when i’ll heal
Deal, for real
#vss365
She stood in the kitchen, suddenly #unmoored. There were no small voices calling her name, no small emergencies demanding triage. The evening stretched ahead of her like open water. Grandma had the kids, and for a little while she could drift until she remembered her course. #vss365
Walking by the river, Ezra spots an #unmoored punt bumping against the bank. Once painted green and gold, flaking away now, black slime at the waterline. Approaching carefully, Ezra spots the name “DATURA” carved into the bow.
Pulling back a canvas cover, they find:
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Trump's behavior is widely deplored.
Yet his wrongdoing's largely ignored
By Republican pols
Who are vile wind-up dolls.
They're the reason our nation's #unmoored.
#Vss365 #Unmoor #Poetry #Limerick #Limericks #News #MicroPoetry #Poems #Resist #Trump #Enablers #MAGA #USPOL #USPolitics #Politics
I remember laughter, the warmth of the sun's first light. I remember music, words unspoken, knowing you as my person, and me as yours. I remember you. That was a long time ago, before everything went to hell, before we became unmoored in time and space, adrift. I remember us.
#vss365 #unmoored
What is a soul to do
when #unmoored from belonging,
a spirit from purpose,
a hand from a kiss?
How do lungs breathe
in a chest of white nothing,
when every inhale feels like betrayal,
and the very air, a lie?
What else is there?
For this heart?
But to lay pale on the dock?
#poetry #vss365
A hot air balloon came #unmoored
While a bull and two ewes were on board 🐂🐑🐑
As they sailed toward a cloud,
Farmer Joe cried aloud,
"You best not do anything untoward!"
#vss365 #limerick #limerickoftheday
#writersofbluesky
Many would say we were #unmoored long before the world began its unraveling. Signals few saw, an inkling something was amiss rang in the implacable descent several decades in the making. Bet we'll walk ourselves back from it? It would take responsibility. Fair-play. You taking those odds?
#vss365
I found myself on the Long Mynd, up to my knees in muck. I had trudged into what my guidebook optimistically termed "firm ground." A gamekeeper wrapped a rope round my waist and #unmoored me, less my twice-inherited, once-waterproof brogues, which chose to remain in the moor's moorish muck.
#vss365
#rekindled love
Is a sign of #comfort
In a #natural world
His name is #tattooed
On my very soul
#embolden by the promise
#unmoored from the time
Between then and now
Like it never existed at all
Rekindled love
Old comfort returned
All part of life
If one is lucky
#vssfantasy
#vssmagic
#emoetry
#vss365 #Unmoored from school, we mounted our Q bikes & engaged the Mercury Drive that blasted us out of the Spreed System. With the solar wind in our hair and starshine on our backs, we zipped by Rigel and ‘Geuse and arrived at the Nyx stream, where we spent our day fishing for quantum Razorbacks.
"Bren! Ma rope snapped!" Riz cried out.
"What rope?"
"Da one tied ta da gobbos so now dey're #unmoored and floatin around!"
"Why are they floating?"
"Cuz I was testin ma anti-gravity rune on dem, obviously."
"I worry what you do in your spare time."
#vss365 #riztherogue
“Touch me again and I’m going to slap the shit out of you,” she warned.
“I’m so scared,” he mocked, poking her with his index finger.
When her hand connected with his cheek, it #unmoored his soul, sending it flying across the bar while his body fell to the floor.
“I warned you,” she said. #vss365
