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Drikus
@drikus7write.bsky.social
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Word-organizing writer, hobbyist photographer, conversationalist, just treading carefully in this world, where we need to live more of GOD instead of for ourselves.
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Lingering, Silent Devotion - 3/11/2025

A breath, miniscule in time
meditating on expressions
passed through closed windows,
forming vapors
outside the silence.

Abstract transcendence
love, mixing forms
from the one I know
lingering with totality in colors,
where words remain silent.
What do you call a white creeping rose that is showing it can have single buds as well as clustered buds? Just a rose. And the insects, love it, especially the bees.
#climbing_roses
#white_and_green
#writers_unite
#what_you_see_through_a_lens
#photography
#writing_about_flowers
#flowers_in_spring
A brown iris.
One can see Spring is slowly waning, although we have had a lot of rain, in my neck of valley, which is strange for this time of year.
#flowers
#nature
#beautiful_natural
#no_artificial_intelligence
#photography
#garden_moments
#scent
A climbing white rose.
Early Spring flowers are starting to die, while others are starting to bloom.
The vegetable garden is also growing along nicely.
#garden_and_home
#flowers_roses
#roses_climbing
#in_the_garden
#where_flowers_are_grown
#growing_a_garden
#spring_blooms
The little things in life, a wild petunia showing some age.
Flowers need to look natural, that's what nature is for.
#petunia
#flowers_in_a_garden
#nature's_offering
#breathe_fresh_air
#writing_poetry
#through_a_photographer's_eyes
#moments_of_life
I always wonder why it's called Moses In A Basket, I don't see any baskets nearby. And some bug had a munch of the flower petals, perhaps it was something tasty.
#flowers
#garden
#raindrops
#look_at_the_little_things
#life_is_a_miracle
#photography
#spend_time_outside_even_five_minutes_is_just_fine
Existence - 11/10/2025

Every story worth telling
exists within something new,
riverboats flowing down rivers
candles burning wax falling skew.

Your mind a paper of thoughts,
animals greet with a howl or a scowl
fishes caught in a tidal pool,
hazy clouds to stare at not for a howl.

#short_poetry
Sparks In Silence - 11/10/2025

Slowing down the streets run uneven,
moisture fills the air like car fumes,
escape to green space protection,
noticing time not a reason given.

Ignite
land bright
move forward fight.

Cold brings softness in the weather,
chasing summer away,
a heart inside heather.
Golden Blaze - 11/10/2025

Translucent shadows
play magic tricks with the eyes,
dreamy clouds
create forms of different dyes.

Among the sands
washed waves split the shore,
hymns of tides over time
hit from the Earth's core.

Kissed light reflect
words said by the Sun,
lighthouse signals
water, run.
In Papua New Guinea? And you can smoke these and use them for clothes as well?
And the waitresses came around serving you with rollerskates on? Oh, wait that was a movie or do they still do that?
It's supposed to be the intro to a new story I might be writing. You can continue with the story or send some ideas, and then we can go from there. But in a way I think murder mysteries has exhausted the market in writing, but that is what keeps people on their toes or what? Close the windows tight.
Forgive me for the intrusion, but am I the only one who thinks of Wilma Flintstone when I see Lake Wilma? (Couldn't find one where Fred was yelling, "Wilma!"
a cartoon of a woman pushing a blue elephant
ALT: a cartoon of a woman pushing a blue elephant
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I am as random as random can be.
Sometimes I wonder how true that actually is.
You should see me when I am working the garden, it takes me a few hours to make up mind whether I want to keep a certain weed or pull it all out. Then again wait it has a flower, now where is my camera?
#gardening
#photo
a man in a cowboy hat is walking through a wooden fence in a yard .
ALT: a man in a cowboy hat is walking through a wooden fence in a yard .
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A mysterious woman stands among the crowd of revelers, unnoticed. Searching the crowd, she wonders who the next victim will be. She has been here before, long ago, another date and time when things were quiet in this sleepy town. Now she's returned as the investigator trying to find Moyra's Killer.
Writers get your pens and thinking hats for some inspiration...
The sea never stands still. The golden glow of the setting sun met the waves for just a second.
Why can't I find inspiration like this when I really have to write? Why do I need to read on it on Bluesky updates?
#writing
#updates
#think
Story begins...
"It was a dark and stormy night..."
The 5th book I've read starting so, the authors are not related in any way, although 2 know about each other.
Really wondering why people can't find other words to describe a storm.
Maybe... Thunder and lightning ricochets from the sky.
#writing
But you've had tornadoes in your area? Any damage? Are you in tornado alley?
Build houses? That's a first. I know somewhere in Europe they are "fighting" to have hemp recognized as a material to make clothes.
I see they also make clothes these days from marijuana they call it hemp, but I'm not sure if it's the same plant.