Arliden the Bard
@arliden.bsky.social
I am an educator, atmospheric scientist, and poet.
My poetry: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:brm2o4aer5g7lh4lizarnjaw/feed/aaaifc4sou2de
My book: Love, Stars, and Paradigms. Available on Amazon.
Co-host of #QuickQuill (@quickquill.bsky.social)
My poetry: https://bsky.app/profile/did:plc:brm2o4aer5g7lh4lizarnjaw/feed/aaaifc4sou2de
My book: Love, Stars, and Paradigms. Available on Amazon.
Co-host of #QuickQuill (@quickquill.bsky.social)
Pinned
I know of rising and setting
I know the pace of a day
though clouds obscure my need,
I follow and wait
for those precious breaks of blue,
a slip of hope
to my ever watchful eyes
if you were worried about me
don't
my roots dig deep
I always find water
and the sun
is as faithful
as my love
#vss365
I know the pace of a day
though clouds obscure my need,
I follow and wait
for those precious breaks of blue,
a slip of hope
to my ever watchful eyes
if you were worried about me
don't
my roots dig deep
I always find water
and the sun
is as faithful
as my love
#vss365
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As a ty for your patience, @cdotjuniper.bsky.social (and @arliden.bsky.social ), I have recovered my Dostoevsky response (I was perhaps a bit generous to term it an essay, 😆).
As you can see I was feeling bit spicy & thus was a bit over-enthusiastic, 😜🤣). In my defense how often does one
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As you can see I was feeling bit spicy & thus was a bit over-enthusiastic, 😜🤣). In my defense how often does one
1/28
February 8, 2026 at 12:07 AM
As a ty for your patience, @cdotjuniper.bsky.social (and @arliden.bsky.social ), I have recovered my Dostoevsky response (I was perhaps a bit generous to term it an essay, 😆).
As you can see I was feeling bit spicy & thus was a bit over-enthusiastic, 😜🤣). In my defense how often does one
1/28
As you can see I was feeling bit spicy & thus was a bit over-enthusiastic, 😜🤣). In my defense how often does one
1/28
I want you to know
whatever wounds you inflict
your love can heal
you're doing your best
the yoke you bear
is heavier than most
& you were meant for more
than pulling carts
and sometimes you break
doesn't make you any less strong
and I
could take many a dark day
to adore you for an hour
#vss365
whatever wounds you inflict
your love can heal
you're doing your best
the yoke you bear
is heavier than most
& you were meant for more
than pulling carts
and sometimes you break
doesn't make you any less strong
and I
could take many a dark day
to adore you for an hour
#vss365
February 7, 2026 at 4:08 AM
I want you to know
whatever wounds you inflict
your love can heal
you're doing your best
the yoke you bear
is heavier than most
& you were meant for more
than pulling carts
and sometimes you break
doesn't make you any less strong
and I
could take many a dark day
to adore you for an hour
#vss365
whatever wounds you inflict
your love can heal
you're doing your best
the yoke you bear
is heavier than most
& you were meant for more
than pulling carts
and sometimes you break
doesn't make you any less strong
and I
could take many a dark day
to adore you for an hour
#vss365
They say ghosts
are spirits that can't move on.
The truth,
ghosts are what we see
when 𝘸𝘦 can't move on.
And I am haunted.
My pleadings
and bargains
are only with myself.
My desire
to make the ethereal
material
burns within.
My ghost won't go away.
Maybe I can at least
leave the room.
#vss365
are spirits that can't move on.
The truth,
ghosts are what we see
when 𝘸𝘦 can't move on.
And I am haunted.
My pleadings
and bargains
are only with myself.
My desire
to make the ethereal
material
burns within.
My ghost won't go away.
Maybe I can at least
leave the room.
#vss365
February 4, 2026 at 6:27 PM
They say ghosts
are spirits that can't move on.
The truth,
ghosts are what we see
when 𝘸𝘦 can't move on.
And I am haunted.
My pleadings
and bargains
are only with myself.
My desire
to make the ethereal
material
burns within.
My ghost won't go away.
Maybe I can at least
leave the room.
#vss365
are spirits that can't move on.
The truth,
ghosts are what we see
when 𝘸𝘦 can't move on.
And I am haunted.
My pleadings
and bargains
are only with myself.
My desire
to make the ethereal
material
burns within.
My ghost won't go away.
Maybe I can at least
leave the room.
#vss365
the world
is covered in white
I should be glad
for winter's bright
but so thick
is that icy pile
I'm reminded spring
is still a long while
I am lost
deep in the winter cold
and this pain gnaws
as it grows old
I'm dreaming
in daffodils and leafy green
'til then hope is fleeting
and lean
#vss365
is covered in white
I should be glad
for winter's bright
but so thick
is that icy pile
I'm reminded spring
is still a long while
I am lost
deep in the winter cold
and this pain gnaws
as it grows old
I'm dreaming
in daffodils and leafy green
'til then hope is fleeting
and lean
#vss365
February 3, 2026 at 11:19 PM
the world
is covered in white
I should be glad
for winter's bright
but so thick
is that icy pile
I'm reminded spring
is still a long while
I am lost
deep in the winter cold
and this pain gnaws
as it grows old
I'm dreaming
in daffodils and leafy green
'til then hope is fleeting
and lean
#vss365
is covered in white
I should be glad
for winter's bright
but so thick
is that icy pile
I'm reminded spring
is still a long while
I am lost
deep in the winter cold
and this pain gnaws
as it grows old
I'm dreaming
in daffodils and leafy green
'til then hope is fleeting
and lean
#vss365
it's beyond
but not in words
the blood in your heart
is joyous and alive,
as it goes from artery
to capillary
the nerve endings
have the need
of an addict
drunk on feeling,
that gyrates hips
and moves hands
I am undone
now I know why
I have a soul,
the pleasure
and love I feel
is undying
#vss365
but not in words
the blood in your heart
is joyous and alive,
as it goes from artery
to capillary
the nerve endings
have the need
of an addict
drunk on feeling,
that gyrates hips
and moves hands
I am undone
now I know why
I have a soul,
the pleasure
and love I feel
is undying
#vss365
February 3, 2026 at 4:15 AM
it's beyond
but not in words
the blood in your heart
is joyous and alive,
as it goes from artery
to capillary
the nerve endings
have the need
of an addict
drunk on feeling,
that gyrates hips
and moves hands
I am undone
now I know why
I have a soul,
the pleasure
and love I feel
is undying
#vss365
but not in words
the blood in your heart
is joyous and alive,
as it goes from artery
to capillary
the nerve endings
have the need
of an addict
drunk on feeling,
that gyrates hips
and moves hands
I am undone
now I know why
I have a soul,
the pleasure
and love I feel
is undying
#vss365
it was love hidden in night
an exploration of bodies
in shadow
and the silence
only broken
by responses
by reactions
the friction of
slow sliding across skin
and unspoken need
as you invite me in
no place to go
nowhere else
we had to be
a world in the dark
with just you and me
#vss365
an exploration of bodies
in shadow
and the silence
only broken
by responses
by reactions
the friction of
slow sliding across skin
and unspoken need
as you invite me in
no place to go
nowhere else
we had to be
a world in the dark
with just you and me
#vss365
February 2, 2026 at 3:28 AM
it was love hidden in night
an exploration of bodies
in shadow
and the silence
only broken
by responses
by reactions
the friction of
slow sliding across skin
and unspoken need
as you invite me in
no place to go
nowhere else
we had to be
a world in the dark
with just you and me
#vss365
an exploration of bodies
in shadow
and the silence
only broken
by responses
by reactions
the friction of
slow sliding across skin
and unspoken need
as you invite me in
no place to go
nowhere else
we had to be
a world in the dark
with just you and me
#vss365
Thank you @blsamaddar.bsky.social for your wonderful prompts and wonderful support of our writing during your two weeks as host. It is greatly appreciated! 🙏❤️
February 1, 2026 at 6:54 PM
Thank you @blsamaddar.bsky.social for your wonderful prompts and wonderful support of our writing during your two weeks as host. It is greatly appreciated! 🙏❤️
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
in the design of my mind
there is a house that is ours
made of many rooms
behind each door
is a memory
I can wander its halls
it soothes
for a little while
outside the windows
a storm threatens
clouds bloated
with water
if we wash away
will we be
just pictures in a book?
I dare not
look
#vss365
there is a house that is ours
made of many rooms
behind each door
is a memory
I can wander its halls
it soothes
for a little while
outside the windows
a storm threatens
clouds bloated
with water
if we wash away
will we be
just pictures in a book?
I dare not
look
#vss365
January 31, 2026 at 10:15 PM
in the design of my mind
there is a house that is ours
made of many rooms
behind each door
is a memory
I can wander its halls
it soothes
for a little while
outside the windows
a storm threatens
clouds bloated
with water
if we wash away
will we be
just pictures in a book?
I dare not
look
#vss365
there is a house that is ours
made of many rooms
behind each door
is a memory
I can wander its halls
it soothes
for a little while
outside the windows
a storm threatens
clouds bloated
with water
if we wash away
will we be
just pictures in a book?
I dare not
look
#vss365
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At the middle
of the forest in
our cabin,
cozy and warm,
musing on life,
and watching
the sun peek
through the trees.
We left the troubles
of this world behind.
It was our moment…
nowhere to go…
nothing to do…
just simply be.
#poetry
of the forest in
our cabin,
cozy and warm,
musing on life,
and watching
the sun peek
through the trees.
We left the troubles
of this world behind.
It was our moment…
nowhere to go…
nothing to do…
just simply be.
#poetry
January 31, 2026 at 1:15 PM
At the middle
of the forest in
our cabin,
cozy and warm,
musing on life,
and watching
the sun peek
through the trees.
We left the troubles
of this world behind.
It was our moment…
nowhere to go…
nothing to do…
just simply be.
#poetry
of the forest in
our cabin,
cozy and warm,
musing on life,
and watching
the sun peek
through the trees.
We left the troubles
of this world behind.
It was our moment…
nowhere to go…
nothing to do…
just simply be.
#poetry
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#vss365
He awoke standing with an unfamiliar kid in his arms. It began to squirm, and his body took over, #soothing the child, speaking in a familiar voice. He had been sleepwalking for so long, he was now just a passenger in his own body. He wondered what was keeping him tethered.
He awoke standing with an unfamiliar kid in his arms. It began to squirm, and his body took over, #soothing the child, speaking in a familiar voice. He had been sleepwalking for so long, he was now just a passenger in his own body. He wondered what was keeping him tethered.
January 31, 2026 at 4:05 AM
Lay your head
in my arms
& tell me
how it is for you
Is it an angry,
desperate cry
that keeps you fighting
to shut the door?
Or is it just
emptiness,
an aching silence,
a featureless void,
vapid,
indifferent?
Rest, darling.
Listen to my heart's thrum,
it is the soft music
your love makes.
#vss365
in my arms
& tell me
how it is for you
Is it an angry,
desperate cry
that keeps you fighting
to shut the door?
Or is it just
emptiness,
an aching silence,
a featureless void,
vapid,
indifferent?
Rest, darling.
Listen to my heart's thrum,
it is the soft music
your love makes.
#vss365
January 30, 2026 at 10:02 PM
Lay your head
in my arms
& tell me
how it is for you
Is it an angry,
desperate cry
that keeps you fighting
to shut the door?
Or is it just
emptiness,
an aching silence,
a featureless void,
vapid,
indifferent?
Rest, darling.
Listen to my heart's thrum,
it is the soft music
your love makes.
#vss365
in my arms
& tell me
how it is for you
Is it an angry,
desperate cry
that keeps you fighting
to shut the door?
Or is it just
emptiness,
an aching silence,
a featureless void,
vapid,
indifferent?
Rest, darling.
Listen to my heart's thrum,
it is the soft music
your love makes.
#vss365
One of my favorite scenes from Schitt's Creek. Rest in Peace Catherine O'Hara. I grew up with SCTV and you never failed to make me laugh. Thanks for sharing your light with us.
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Fold In The Cheese! | Schitt's Creek | Netflix
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January 30, 2026 at 7:15 PM
One of my favorite scenes from Schitt's Creek. Rest in Peace Catherine O'Hara. I grew up with SCTV and you never failed to make me laugh. Thanks for sharing your light with us.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCVK...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCVK...
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
You #obfuscate your heart,
yet like moon’s silver edge,
your longings wander
the seams of nightfall,
before writing yourself across my skin.
Like stars peddling memories,
you dust me in your fragments—
half-formed notes of warmth
that dry on my heart
until shadows swallow you
once more.
#vss365
yet like moon’s silver edge,
your longings wander
the seams of nightfall,
before writing yourself across my skin.
Like stars peddling memories,
you dust me in your fragments—
half-formed notes of warmth
that dry on my heart
until shadows swallow you
once more.
#vss365
January 29, 2026 at 1:23 PM
You #obfuscate your heart,
yet like moon’s silver edge,
your longings wander
the seams of nightfall,
before writing yourself across my skin.
Like stars peddling memories,
you dust me in your fragments—
half-formed notes of warmth
that dry on my heart
until shadows swallow you
once more.
#vss365
yet like moon’s silver edge,
your longings wander
the seams of nightfall,
before writing yourself across my skin.
Like stars peddling memories,
you dust me in your fragments—
half-formed notes of warmth
that dry on my heart
until shadows swallow you
once more.
#vss365
In case you haven't already read it, this piece by @adamserwer.bsky.social is brilliant. Understated but hugely moving. Reporting from the ground in Minneapolis. Great pix by @jackcalifano.bsky.social, too.
Gift article link thanks to @rusty.todayintabs.com
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Gift article link thanks to @rusty.todayintabs.com
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Minnesota Proved MAGA Wrong
The pushback against ICE exposed a series of mistaken assumptions.
www.theatlantic.com
January 30, 2026 at 3:49 PM
what finds you
when we're apart
& a heavy gray
obfuscates your heart?
but memories of love
don't go
search your mind
for things you know
the weight of it
the shape
the pressure
of desire mounting
& the fear of loss
is just a matter
of accounting
it's all there
it exists
our love persists
#vss365
when we're apart
& a heavy gray
obfuscates your heart?
but memories of love
don't go
search your mind
for things you know
the weight of it
the shape
the pressure
of desire mounting
& the fear of loss
is just a matter
of accounting
it's all there
it exists
our love persists
#vss365
January 29, 2026 at 4:28 PM
what finds you
when we're apart
& a heavy gray
obfuscates your heart?
but memories of love
don't go
search your mind
for things you know
the weight of it
the shape
the pressure
of desire mounting
& the fear of loss
is just a matter
of accounting
it's all there
it exists
our love persists
#vss365
when we're apart
& a heavy gray
obfuscates your heart?
but memories of love
don't go
search your mind
for things you know
the weight of it
the shape
the pressure
of desire mounting
& the fear of loss
is just a matter
of accounting
it's all there
it exists
our love persists
#vss365
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
As I blinked I thought, could all these spinning gears in my head produce something other than cold, lifeless obfuscations. I saw bumblebee girl on a park bench staring at leaves for hours. At night, under black light, I spit out bits of poetry and hide them from him.
#vss365
#vss365
January 29, 2026 at 4:02 AM
As I blinked I thought, could all these spinning gears in my head produce something other than cold, lifeless obfuscations. I saw bumblebee girl on a park bench staring at leaves for hours. At night, under black light, I spit out bits of poetry and hide them from him.
#vss365
#vss365
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
our turned into mine
money became meaning
cruelty became policy
rich soil turned to dust
forests became fire
the air became heavy
with factory belches
thirst quenched with cancer
and mother's tears
Cupid's quiver
empty
will there be birds
to twitter a eulogy,
or just the howl
of the wind?
#vss365
money became meaning
cruelty became policy
rich soil turned to dust
forests became fire
the air became heavy
with factory belches
thirst quenched with cancer
and mother's tears
Cupid's quiver
empty
will there be birds
to twitter a eulogy,
or just the howl
of the wind?
#vss365
January 28, 2026 at 8:01 PM
our turned into mine
money became meaning
cruelty became policy
rich soil turned to dust
forests became fire
the air became heavy
with factory belches
thirst quenched with cancer
and mother's tears
Cupid's quiver
empty
will there be birds
to twitter a eulogy,
or just the howl
of the wind?
#vss365
money became meaning
cruelty became policy
rich soil turned to dust
forests became fire
the air became heavy
with factory belches
thirst quenched with cancer
and mother's tears
Cupid's quiver
empty
will there be birds
to twitter a eulogy,
or just the howl
of the wind?
#vss365
tell me
I live in a world of circles
that I can rely
on the cyclical
does not sky
swirl around me?
day & night
an ouroboros
seasons roll through again
with our unceasing revolution
so it must be
even if love wanes
it will wax again
in synodic hope
I know you will turn
& face me once more
#vss365
I live in a world of circles
that I can rely
on the cyclical
does not sky
swirl around me?
day & night
an ouroboros
seasons roll through again
with our unceasing revolution
so it must be
even if love wanes
it will wax again
in synodic hope
I know you will turn
& face me once more
#vss365
January 27, 2026 at 6:28 PM
tell me
I live in a world of circles
that I can rely
on the cyclical
does not sky
swirl around me?
day & night
an ouroboros
seasons roll through again
with our unceasing revolution
so it must be
even if love wanes
it will wax again
in synodic hope
I know you will turn
& face me once more
#vss365
I live in a world of circles
that I can rely
on the cyclical
does not sky
swirl around me?
day & night
an ouroboros
seasons roll through again
with our unceasing revolution
so it must be
even if love wanes
it will wax again
in synodic hope
I know you will turn
& face me once more
#vss365
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
Shards of my heart
strewn on the floor
I sat there
tears in my eyes
then you came
& sat by side
you didn't speak—
only listened
when I felt strong
you took my hand
& we gathered
all the shards
piecing me
back together
again
you should know,
you were always
the glue
that kept me going.
#sensewrds
strewn on the floor
I sat there
tears in my eyes
then you came
& sat by side
you didn't speak—
only listened
when I felt strong
you took my hand
& we gathered
all the shards
piecing me
back together
again
you should know,
you were always
the glue
that kept me going.
#sensewrds
January 26, 2026 at 11:50 AM
Shards of my heart
strewn on the floor
I sat there
tears in my eyes
then you came
& sat by side
you didn't speak—
only listened
when I felt strong
you took my hand
& we gathered
all the shards
piecing me
back together
again
you should know,
you were always
the glue
that kept me going.
#sensewrds
strewn on the floor
I sat there
tears in my eyes
then you came
& sat by side
you didn't speak—
only listened
when I felt strong
you took my hand
& we gathered
all the shards
piecing me
back together
again
you should know,
you were always
the glue
that kept me going.
#sensewrds
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
..being intuitive.. you notice energy shifts.. feel it before they pullback from you.. it’s often due to “misplaced envy”.. they may not realize envy‘s why they feel off..it’s misplaced cuz what i.. or anyone has—no one can—it’s unique..i’m about love (harmony).. so i shift too..far away..
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🩶🎸
January 21, 2026 at 11:06 AM
..being intuitive.. you notice energy shifts.. feel it before they pullback from you.. it’s often due to “misplaced envy”.. they may not realize envy‘s why they feel off..it’s misplaced cuz what i.. or anyone has—no one can—it’s unique..i’m about love (harmony).. so i shift too..far away..
©️dww
🩶🎸
©️dww
🩶🎸
Reposted by Arliden the Bard
Among the silent trees
and falling snow
we reach the #cusp
of the turning points
that feel less like decisions
and more like the way
nature nudges us forward✨
#Nature #Winter #Landscape
#Trees #Forest #Naturephotography
#Photography #Naturelovers
#Vss365 #Thoughts #Naturewisdom
#Blueskypoets
and falling snow
we reach the #cusp
of the turning points
that feel less like decisions
and more like the way
nature nudges us forward✨
#Nature #Winter #Landscape
#Trees #Forest #Naturephotography
#Photography #Naturelovers
#Vss365 #Thoughts #Naturewisdom
#Blueskypoets
January 26, 2026 at 10:08 AM
Among the silent trees
and falling snow
we reach the #cusp
of the turning points
that feel less like decisions
and more like the way
nature nudges us forward✨
#Nature #Winter #Landscape
#Trees #Forest #Naturephotography
#Photography #Naturelovers
#Vss365 #Thoughts #Naturewisdom
#Blueskypoets
and falling snow
we reach the #cusp
of the turning points
that feel less like decisions
and more like the way
nature nudges us forward✨
#Nature #Winter #Landscape
#Trees #Forest #Naturephotography
#Photography #Naturelovers
#Vss365 #Thoughts #Naturewisdom
#Blueskypoets