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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 2d

The day lost its #verve,
crumpled and ochre,
light leeching the brights,
mollifying the western flurries,
leaving us indifferent and aloof.
We follow the patina
of yesterday's argument,
sipping iced tea,
words tracing the horizon
with sardonic lines,
and longer silences;
longer and still.
#vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 15d

#sensewrds 124

While the
gathering
left frown lines,
passing
streetlight flickers
marking
their creases,

his car cuts out of the city.
His posture, lightened,

finger
following
a radio rhythm
(early hours beat)
the city's horizon
still dark, the glass
reflecting
pale hope

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 23d

Thank you, Alan.

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 23d

Many thanks!

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 23d

Sad but proving all too true...

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 24d

#PoemsAbout #SilentPlanets
With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Afterwards, the seabirds call
no more, the distant surf's lament
a solemn wash and sigh.
Retracing our ignorance,

we return to the cottage,
its rutilant welcome
hissing in the seawind,
the roof covered in starlings.

“We wanted silence,” you say.
I sip the bitter residue.
Our world,
our planet,
is now silent.
“And theirs?” I say,
words echoing.

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Ms. AWashington M.A. artist | poet | writer @arwashington.bsky.social · 25d

#Poemsabout #SilentPlanets
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
#Prompters #SilentPlanets

Drifters

We grift like silent
planets in our shared bedroom
orbiting our space—
where touch once lived holiness
gravity grows hollow.

#poetry #5AMWritersClub #art
#tanka #skypoets #arw-raw

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · 24d

I love the shift from classroom chaos to introspection via the microscope!

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Rachel Burrows @rburrows.bsky.social · 24d

Anyone need a poem about Volvox? 🟢 Written by the girl who used to turn off Newsround when Reg Turnball came on - I preferred my microscope! 😊Thanks as always @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the #PoemsAbout #SilentPlanets #poetry

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · Sep 13

Many thanks, Alan. Really appreciate you comments.

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · Sep 13

a distant engine
breaks the dawn's solemnity
with new potential

#vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · Sep 12

Thank you, John.

John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · Sep 12

Like the juxtaposition in this. Reminds me of a similar friendship!

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · Sep 12

My contribution for
#PoemsAbout #Candlelight

With thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Both circumspect and proud;
I still hold the words you said,
too few and too blunt
to be mistaken.
We bought votives
from cheap corner stores
to both light our sins,
and hear whispered confessions,
our yearning caught
in breathlessly phrased eloquence.
Too poetic perhaps,
too wrapped up in our own importance.
(I hear you draw on a cigarette, blow smoke)
What of them now?
Their reticent touch
still too raw to hold under sunlight.
Sometimes shadows reveal more
about innocence.
Sometimes lies tell us more about truth

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C. Oulens @owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social · Sep 12

My today’s contribution for #PoemsAbout #Candlelight
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#Oulens
#blueskypoets #blueskypoetry
#poetrycommunity #poems #poetry
Thanks for reading!

**fissure fillers?**
by C. Oulens

sluicing the cold draft cutting

through daffodils and burgundy
refills across a table-
for-two

—a candlelight’s brave try
of lambency. . . then flickers. . . apropos
the candlelight’s lame
lies

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · Sep 7

The word DANGER is gouged into the wood in a meticulous hand, a careful warning on an otherwise silent #doorway.
“A lie,” you say, tracing the first letter.
“Ma says—”
“Ma lies. It’s always about control.”
You pause, your hand on the doorknob. This is our only chance. The latch clicks open.
#vss365

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · Sep 6

You count sorrows
in each house we pass

each smile.
This journey only exists

because of you,
lights watching

our silence.
What did you hope to find?

A #chance at redemption,
an amendment

to past mistakes.
This land stretches

and blurs,
our memories

no longer rooted
in the tangible
#vss365

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Vikki C. @vikkicwrites.bsky.social · Aug 30

"All poets are liars.
Wrecked against meaning. Starved
on the beach of meaning—

I want to keep your head in a black bag, I said."

Love this poem 'The Anxiety of Meaning' by Bianca Stone in The Glacier 💙

@42milespress.bsky.social
theglacierjournal.com/issue-three/...

#poetrycommunity

The Anxiety of Meaning

Bianca Stone

Certain events of love
drew my body nearer to meaning.

All poets are liars.
Wrecked against meaning. Starved
on the beach of meaning—

I want to keep your head in a black bag, I said.

Who can distinguish the remembered
from the desired? I know a little
the agony of it. I drew nearer still.

What do I know about getting?
I know my mother turned away.
That I slipped from her body again and again,
tied down in an incubator and punctured
with a life-saving light.

I know that all that time
an ancient poem
was writing itself in the
hallway, where a mask hung on the wall
looking without seeing.

I know I turned away. Can you feel it?
How the head longs to rid the face
of a certain danceless dance. That we were

condemned to dualism at birth.
Dualism is dead.
And long live dualism.

That certain events of love
drew us nearer to mean.
That the heart is chilled
by a tormented wave

that thinks it is not the sea.

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John Everex @johneverex.bsky.social · Aug 30

Thanks, Dave. I really appreciate your comments!

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