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In my half family they laugh at a witch until they need a witch.🧹

*truestory
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sbwordmuse.bsky.social
Some houses
are haunted,
not by ghosts,
but by faceless
and nameless
memories of
dead dreams
and broken hearts.

s.b.
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All I need is a small cottage
on the edge of a forest
with a babbling stream,
fresh herbs for potions,
and more words to write.

*forest witch

s.b.

🔊s͏o͏u͏n͏d͏
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When I was young
& thin I would
dance in my
underwear in
my bedroom,
There was no
internet or
cellphones so
no one could see me
unless I forgot to
close my blind.
Behind the ruins
of a stucco garage
neighborhood boys
would light like fruit flies.
No matter the era,
guys will be guys.
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Cloaked in fog brings
a calmness to my heart
and a deeper solitude
to my soul.
Whispering branches
encouraged by
the winds draw you in.
This is knowing there
is something more.
This is sweet surrender.

s.b.

#poetry
sbwordmuse.bsky.social
When I was young
& thin I would
dance in my
underwear in
my bedroom,
There was no
internet or
cellphones so
no one could see me
unless I forgot to
close my blind.
Behind the ruins
of a stucco garage
neighborhood boys
would light like fruit flies.
No matter the era,
guys will be guys.
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sbwordmuse.bsky.social
I am alone, yet not alone. 
I am with the ghosts of
those who came before
in the shadows of this
early morning haunting.
I am just wondering what
I can conjure up today.

But first coffee. ☕️
sbwordmuse.bsky.social
Now that’s what I’m talking about. 🍂🍁

Soon everything will look like this.
sbwordmuse.bsky.social
She is a quiet ghost
in this place.
She floats in undivulged
symphonies.
She is a dream you
barely remember.

s.b.

#poetry #poem #ghost
sbwordmuse.bsky.social
A trip out of state just to eat, drink, cruise on a lake and visit waterfalls is calling my name.
sbwordmuse.bsky.social
Luna the Crystal shop cat. She’s a beauty.

Black cats get a bad reputation, but when they cross your path, they’re simply just going somewhere.

Having a black cat is like having a gorgeous little shadow with eyes.

They need to be wary of people who dislike black cats. 🐈‍⬛🐾🐾

#Caturday #blackcat
sbwordmuse.bsky.social
Meet in the mountains
where the sky blushes
and every sunset drops
you to your knees in prayer.

s.b.

#poetry #poem #sunset
sbwordmuse.bsky.social
You know you’re getting old when you start liking candles, throws, soft pillows, and sunsets.
sbwordmuse.bsky.social
Gaze into this
autumn mirror,
and ask the spirits
of the forest
for a message.
Listen closely,
as October unfurls
the thin veil
between this world
and the next. 🍂

sb.

#poetry #poem
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One need not be a
chamber to be haunted.
One need not be a house.
The brain has corridors
surpassing material place.

—Emily Dickinson
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sbwordmuse.bsky.social
From my walk today.

Archway to the rich neighborhood and a Halloween display. These people do this every year. They even added some new displays.

#walking #halloween
sbwordmuse.bsky.social
One need not be a
chamber to be haunted.
One need not be a house.
The brain has corridors
surpassing material place.

—Emily Dickinson