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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · Jul 20

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Rowboat stranded by the retreated tide on a salt marsh on the North Norfolk Coast

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 1h

Yes, the whole hard-hewn process of creation masterfully rendered in rhythm & imagery. Great work! 🙏🏆🌠

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David Birch @davidbirch.bsky.social · 1d

Thanks again @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for an excellent #PoemsAbout prompt #ImperfectMe. Here's a poem about the imperfection of yielding to hope over experience

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 4h

Most welcome!

Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 4h

Marvellous! Gritty, visceral, sensual & sensuous meditation on mysticism and/or addiction (?), hinging on spat-out M&M/drop of blood & duality of knead/need. 🏆🌠

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Paul Connolly @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social · 14h

My recording of my poem Resurrection

Published in @eunoiareview.bsky.social

Posted here for @hool415.bsky.social’s #PromptCombo theme #Visitor & @alanparrywriter.co.uk & @thebrokenspine.co.uk’s #PoemsAbout theme #imperfectme

#poetrycommunity #poetsonbluesky #writingcommunity #poetry #booksky

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 4h

Welcome!

Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 5h

Congratulations!

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 5h

Welcome! It's a great piece!

Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 15h

🙏🌕 I guess that must be because the sunlight that would otherwise kill them is made indirect through illuminating the moon. The awesome power of light is "earthed", so to speak. 🤷‍♂️

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Solastalgic @my-solastalgia.bsky.social · 19h

The connection betweeen the moon and vampires is an oft-forgotten part of #vampire lore. Did you know that the full moon can make a vampire stronger? #31DaysofHalloween #spooktober #artchallenge #artyear #scape #landscape #moonscape #fullmoon #landscapephotography #eastcoastkin #harvestmoon

Photo: A black and white landscape photo, in which the horizon is centered in frame, and the full moon is centered vertically. A few trees line a pond; below the horizon, the full moon and the trees are reflected in the water.

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 18h

Yes, possibly, as Cain is deeply archetypal. The Moon too, although doesn't appear to have much agency here - an onlooker. Moon in conjunction with the manic breeze in the trees, Föhn in the original - links to headaches, insomnia, altered states etc.

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 18h

Superb! Eminently relatable! Warm, witty! 🏆😁🌠

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Rachel Burrows @rburrows.bsky.social · 1d

Here’s 6am Sunblessed my #PoemsAbout #imperfect. Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk Have a perfect day! #poetry

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 18h

Many thanks, also for the repost! 🙏😊

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 18h

Many thanks, also for the repost! 🙏😊
Yes, perhaps also a reflection of the anchorite's inner life.

Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 18h

Most welcome! 😊

Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 18h

I like the enigmatic nature of this poem: the fact that there's no unequivocal key to it. Are we dealing with a nightmare? Psychosis? Encounter with the Shadow, a doppelgänger? Abel in the afterlife/another dimension reenacting his own death? You're certainly right about Trakl.

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 19h

Most welcome!

Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 20h

Effulgent, visceral, fiercely intelligent verse! 🏆👌🌠

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lichtbringer @saintghost.bsky.social · 1d

For #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe ✨

for @thebrokenspine.co.uk
& @alanparrywriter.co.uk

I apologize for the ungodly length and extend my sincerest gratitude to everyone who still endeavors to read it. Thank you.

$Mirror, Mirror A spell gone wrong. The fairy godmother quit, left the fire for a cigarette break. My dress is as chintzy as lollipop shivers, as cheap as no-fucks-given first love and even that I could never afford. A broom dressed in a rag, owl-grown on eyelash wishes. A wish is something my heart makes when you sing about how the light weeps through the gauze of the leaves when it falls, like a prayer through stained glass, or a girl’s head through the open mouth of her mother’s medicine cabinet. We all know that things are purified by their falling, by how low they can go before they snap. A wish is the insistence to fall like this just a little bit longer, to sweeten the pulp of my ruin once I collapse into smoke. A dream, however, is a different beast: A dream is something tenebrous that lives in the fractures and marrows, that comes for me like a gorge of gray wolves, ubiquitous and bigger than a life, or a couldn’t, or a death. It makes me think about your teeth, how they tear a signature of grief into my wrist, how I mistook a maw for a sparrow’s beak, and blood for godly devotion. You ask what has touched me without leaving a bruise. Nothing. The brittle hair brown as the mud- crested belly of a fox, hunted, tangled in lilac and bramble, keeping watch over what remains of us and what doesn’t when no one is looking too close. Rings of salt around my eyes where at midnight the crows come and pick apart the waning embers until things lose their focus and become mercurial rivulets of maybe and fever. The olanzapine body, fed too sad on gingerbread and delusions; the one that I carry like a coffin or that in turn shoulders me like a cross, because it has to, because it knows no other way. The flesh-simmering hunger to be not only seen but felt. That deaf violent resistance to any threat or touch of disenchantment.$

And there it is,
the seam that is always giving, where the doctor did
his stitches like someone drunk on the moon. Touch it:
It tells a cicatrized story, one that the sortilege of speaking
could not. I am not only an imperfection but a curse, baptized
in a river’s edge that knows neither map nor ending.
Lids and lips dusted with a summoning of need the color
of last year’s rotten apples; as if there was a ballroom I was going to
instead of a padded cell, as if I had lost a shoe of glass
instead of my agency and sense of self.

All this sorcery, just for that one moment.

Because you promised me an elsewhere and another
time, where truth was untrue and real was only a word
that held as much weight as a twig. Where I could go
and be not prophecy but promise; peach, plum, and palms unread
but understood in the unutterable language of fate.
Where I could be held by a world that does not ask of me
to prove it. But you just made me up, didn’t you, divined my name
in some lapse of reason amidst seal-skinned sirens and antlered
hares. Something to rain away the hours, insubstantial and hidden
behind the veil of absurdity. I come alive in your glimpse only,
in that one wisp of splintered impossibility
and just as soon as you close your eyes, all my fake
bones shatter and crumble.

Looking back, I will then be made to wonder
if I have ever been really here at all.
Did I die or did I vanish
or did you just forget to continue to have faith
in my fabled existence, in the frailty of my
mythology?

Because nothing’s more fatal to a dream
than those who do not believe in it.

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 21h

*nightmarish 🤦‍♂️

Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 21h

Many thanks, also for the repost, Glenn. 🙏😊
Yes, the Expressionism on display here is pathetic fallacy on steroids, or in young Trakl's case, cocaine.

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 21h

Many thanks, also for reposting. 🙏😊 Yes, it was the enigmatic, nigtmarish quality of the original that prompted me to rework it.

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Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 21h

Welcome!

Jan Peters - Solivagant Wisdom @janpsolivagant.bsky.social · 1d

Many thanks, also for the repost! 🙏😊

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