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EchoGnomics
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Randomly curious writer addicted to poetry prompts. Invisibly disabled. Published in various genres. Will post science articles with or without #SciHaiku.
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EchoGnomics @echognomics.bsky.social · 18d
Modern days have alternatives
to killing the messenger,
wherein the delivery boy is asked to de-livery
and deliver a different package.
Sexy librarians may also heavily feature.
All very implausible:
Librarians need bookish foreplay,
not instant deliverance.

#vss365 #prompt #delivery
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#Emoetry #Loathed

Lurid antics,
Odious
Appetites
Trumpeting
Hellish plans
Executed
Daily depravity
January 28, 2026 at 2:55 AM
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January 28, 2026 at 1:30 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Pounding the piano,
vim and vigor crescendoes.
"Beethoven! Mozart!"
chanted, head and eyes rolled back,
continuing the wild litany.

#SenseWrds #Prompt 177
January 28, 2026 at 1:55 AM
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Where cotton is king
Cottonmouths* aren't soft cotton
just hard in venom.
I've never cottoned to them,
nor cottoned their mouths with balls.

#wildwalkprompt #cotton #tanka
*look up cottonmouth snakes aka Agkistrodon

Cotton's Gossypium
and rather hirsutium
yet sweet in flannel.
#haiku
January 28, 2026 at 1:43 AM
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#GLOWprompt 1-27 #Wildwalkprompt #birch #emoetry #justified

Snow swirled at a quaint tavern of yellow gold
in an artificial pine-and-#birch Christmas:
a #secret stronghold, domed with glass.
Genies found this new hideout justified.
Who would ever rub, not shake
a globe for magic light or wishes?
January 27, 2026 at 11:25 PM
echognomics.bsky.social
#AcrosticJanuary #frantic #TeachDavecalmingbreathsTuesday

Friends
Ranting
Anxieties
Nettles me into
Tachycardia and
Impulsive
Corrective chaos
January 27, 2026 at 10:58 PM
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"Write me a poem about the lives you see on the other side of this screen. #MPPrompt"

Um. Not to be disobedient, exactly-- but here's multiple juxtaposed poems as one 3 page poem, since I see their lives in verse. Villanelle, limerick, senryu, part of sestina, quatrain, free verse...
Image of mountains colored in dawn pink and yellow, with black text interpersed. "Juxtaposed existences (Of lives on the other side of screens tapped out as winks, fibs, and verse, The poet imagines more in-betweens) Some furtive limericks about octopi do certain fingers fully occupy between bent knees as dull dates wheeze over bad restaurant meals of meat pie (Some people prefer seafood with greens, so this I fancy is one of the universes Of lives on the other side of screens) Would-be comic wits jab out clunkers to sharpen their worlds of wordcraft. Keyboard nine-to-fivers sneaking brief dopamine hits senryus at random (When work stalls to balky machines, instead of succumbing to curses The poet imagines more in-betweens) Echognomics" Image of a greyed out country highway with dead grass and snow patches. Black text on top. Page 2 of poem, continued: "Life ponderers snuggle on couches with tea, rhyming between ouches in hope of combating the grouches (When one life’s narrow, it often means it’s more fun the wilder notions one nurses Of lives on the other side of screens) Crazy-eyed urban wanderers in love with geometry of the streets and the loose sky free their verses to Bsky at crossings (When city canyons restrict the scenes Of nature’s song for these of cutpurses, The poet imagines more in-betweens) Pastoral verses form diaries of healthy air and seeing nature’s play. Retirees take ships, trains or just the bus, thinking as the aisles sway of deeper things than groceries Echognomics" Image of same highway from page 2, only pinked out. Page 3, concluding text of poem. (There is worth in remembering one’s greens, But a poet in far more thought usually immerses) A pilot, plane on cruise control Busies himself with the struggle of sestinas as dashboard alarms go off And attendants rush around in panic And air control on the radio scolding he said, “hush, let me get this done--” He would not pause until a tricky line was done then absentmindedly fiddled the cruise control And bashed the ears ofthe flight crew with scolding Over interrupting him at his afternoon sestina.. …. ENVOI And so they were done, these fateful sestinas The plane always under control, no reason to panic So spite legal scolding, from fines he was let off. (Of lives on the other side of screens The poet imagines more in-betweens) Echognomics
January 27, 2026 at 10:43 PM
echognomics.bsky.social
Mustangs clip pastures
their breath steaming on dead grass
warming the hoarfrost.

#haikufeels #clip #dailyhaikuprompt #pasture
(this photo of mustangs was taken on a warm fall day, so you'll have to imagine the chill a little.)
Photo of three mustangs-- red roan, dappled buckskin and bay grazing on a prairie ridge. Live and dead grass, thistle, sage, and a rock are visible on the slope below.
January 27, 2026 at 11:25 AM
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#3wordprompt #unburden

Backpacks departing backs
January 27, 2026 at 11:11 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
This one is a wild chimera of prompts.
Credit roll: #VSSFantasy #wolpertinger #vss365 #wane
#WeirdMicro #macabre_beauty #GrimScribe #annotated_dread #DawnChorus #memory_purge #WIPSnips #storm #OurPoetryX #blanketed #FoxProse #provocative_pursuits
Also some micropoetry prompts.
Pale text on a graduated background of tree trunks, from purple to yellow-tan. "The Husbandry of WolperTingers All my memory purges cannot unburden the chimeric wolpertinger’s macabre beauty, mainly macabre in the annotated dread of the provocative pursuits of forest species coining bizarre spawn in a sexual storm made pheasantly manifest in taxidermy, from the hoarfrost of the antlered hare’s face waning into a squirrel’s body blanketed by wings that were meant to whir in the dawn, not churn stomachs in a grotesque fusion. Other species, feline, vulpine, or else may feature ere the taxidermist’s whimsy is put to pasture. Each wolpertinger is special, no two alike, much as a wagging pound mutt often is-- yet of the two I know which I’ve rather have. EchoGnomics"
January 27, 2026 at 8:04 AM
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Prompts credits: #GLOW Comedy, Memorial Library, candle, nonstop #VSSFantasy #Expanse #Crossing
I find it hard to cold-cock humor into a piece about something as grave as the idea of candles in memorial libraries, the sanctums of study. Still, I gave it the ol' college try!
White text on a ghostly marbled grey-black background. "The Haunted Library Rumpole Memorial Library once was a great expanse of books, bells, and candles, where ghostly vandals frisked, pranked, and created loud, nonstop scandals. Wanting to leave nothing to chance, the head librarian did witchcraft learn, teaching all patrons who did yearn how to exorcise hard and harder until they felt the burn. Yet the holier in esperance the library became, The more folks fell in gibberish-speaking trance seeing an astral transhumance of tiny specters in dance: Severe threats to bibliothecarial sanctum. Wilder stories spread and deans became concerned. A professor more fully analytical of the paranormal finally traced the trouble to the candles’ formal use for ritual crossings, not demonic evictions, Much book-hurling drama with raised fingers to lips-- for “tace is latin for candle” ensued behind the scenes, and the tenured head librarian was busted to a mere page. Yet when these rye-wicked candles were yanked from lectors and the ghosts finally went, all patrons became objectors begging for more magical midnight study-seances, to revisit the fun of medieval psychedelic frictions. Echognomic"
January 27, 2026 at 6:56 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
"A Certifiable Psychic goes WILD"

Fluffy silliness with multiple fathers. #PromptCombo
Prompts credit roll: #Emoetry #Justified #inkmine #naked
#acrosticJanuary #wild #WildWalkPrompt #birch
Black text on light aqua background. A Certifiable Psychic goes WILD World’s a justified migraine: Individual minds long ago Lost their wild charm Due to their naked nastiness. What do squirrels think? Gee. “I’m a happy nut-lover, Life’s a birch-- Darned dogs! Flee!” What did Dave think? I can tell you: “Life’s too happy for these Darned tree rodents.” Who do I mean by Dave? Idiotic squirrel, Lucky versifier, or Darned dog? Figure it out, y’all. Echognomics
January 27, 2026 at 5:41 AM
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#MPPrompt "write something you were not supposed to hear"
The rough draft challenged me with a refrain, which needed a more #Emoetry #Justified form, but what?
Special thanks to @jenthorne.bsky.social for reminding me how some of the best #villanelles are accidental; that made things coalesce.
Text on a greyed background of water ripples. Poem. "The Semantics of the Audible I have no idea what anyone was meant to hear. The keenest ear kicks meaning up to the brain. Of sounds the most silent ear is no great seer. Eerie noises in the darkness create a growing fear justified or not, until fully deemed safe to disdain I have no idea what anyone was meant to hear. How tricky to lipread the growls of tiger or bear Even when their stances threaten approaching pain. Of sounds the most silent ear is no great seer. Were we meant to hear cricket’s chirps as cheer Or are we mere eavesdroppers in their domain? I have no idea what anyone was meant to hear. Mingling and laughing in most alert social gear Noise challenges folks to decipher chatter’s reign Of sounds the most silent ear is no great seer. As applied to the world’s random soundsphere Meaning creates a queer philosophical strain. I have no idea what anyone was meant to hear. Of sounds the most silent ear is no great seer. EchoGnomics"
January 27, 2026 at 5:03 AM
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#haikufeels #undo

Time undoes all things;
We long to undo time's scythe
but selectively.

#senryu
January 26, 2026 at 6:33 PM
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Prompt credit roll:
#Foxprose #provocative pursuits #2wordprompt taste shallow
#WIPsnips #commit
#DailyHaikuprompts #Charcoal Kingfisher
#DawnChorus #necrotic revival
#GrimScribe #Cryptic notation
#WeirdMicro #painted saints
#wake
Font credit roll: Grenze, Copperplate Black 32 BC, Magnolia Script.
Text on a nearly white background of water showing concentric ripples. "SKETCHY WRIT ON A WALL Below, in painted saints’ wake we found a cryptic notation written in charcoal promising a necrotic revival if we would commit to taste the kingfisher, so we did. Many major fines later for fishy songbird roasts from our provocative pursuits of kingfishers as delicacies, we finally became un-shallow enough to pore over a dictionary. We realized the ruse: our own avian massacres were the foretold necrotic revivals." Echognomics
January 26, 2026 at 7:16 AM
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#2wordprompt

They tasted pepper spray
My writing feels too shallow
To make a difference

#haiku #poetry
January 25, 2026 at 9:15 AM
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#ThreeWordGenre #wake #micropoetry

Motorboats plowing water.
January 26, 2026 at 4:54 AM
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#7syllablesentence #gape

🦚Gape at a haiku
half done-----

-------------------------

-----with the rest hidden
inside a bird's gape.🐔 🕊️
January 26, 2026 at 4:17 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
#vss365 #ruse

Folks too fond of little ruses
may have ingenious uses
even become great muses
but trust them? That leads to bruises.
January 26, 2026 at 3:59 AM
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#SenseWrds prompt 176

Salt runs in my mouth, nose, cheeks-
everywhere but my heart
throbbing worse than a thumb
cut by a teacup shard:
in pain perpetually embedded.
The unearthly calm which follows
begins to lacquer this ache with nacre
extruded by agony, acceptance,
then embracing the next.
January 26, 2026 at 3:18 AM
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#emoetry #wildwalkprompt

Dog scours floor hard
for #illicit #abundance
of stray bacon crumbs

-🐕🐾🥓-
January 26, 2026 at 2:48 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
#WildWalkPrompt & #dailyhaikuprompt

Out of #abundance
of wildness your door opened
to #sky and forest

-🗝️😘-

#Lonely you are not
Now that a bear family
is bunking with you

-🐻-

(Out of #abundance
of heating bills my door stayed
shut, snug as #summer.)

-🚪-
January 26, 2026 at 2:44 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
Devilry to the hilt
Entropic chaosmonger
Mission: malice
Ongoing possessiveness
Nasty nuisance to souls

#demon #AcrosticJanuary
January 26, 2026 at 1:35 AM
echognomics.bsky.social
👉 "Satin Suites"

Prompts credit roll: #WeirdMicro #Grotesque Gallery
#GrimScribe #Clinical rendering
#FoxProse #satin suite murmurs
#GLOW fantasy, fabric factory, wagon, earsplitting
White text on golden fabric background. "Satin Suites By the magic tapestry factory Satin suite murmurs emanated from a wagon full of elvish fabrics Woven into a grotesque gallery of various races’ anatomies in clinical rendering destined for the royal tower where physicians and torturers trained side by side, one to heal, one to peel. None ever asked how they felt about this arrangement. They refused the same doors or times of study, yet if earsplitting screams came from patient or prisoner none knew which was which. EchoGnomics"
January 25, 2026 at 11:22 PM
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👉"Post-compositional Missives"
Prompts Credit Roll:
#WeirdMicro #evocative prose
#GrimScribe #unrelenting irony
#DawnChorus #Grand Reopening #postscript debut
#FoxProse #dead-drop love note
#OurPoetryX #moving forward/ #touch ‘em all
#WIPSnips #Notice
Poem overlaid on image of orange oak leaves on a branch. Each column can be read as its own poem, or the whole read as a whole. "Post-compositional Missives I notice evocative prose in this dead-drop love note from tree to earth a fine postscript debut inscribed in the grooves of vein the eloquence of drying stomata of moving forward grand reopening of branches not unrelenting irony parts moving in a fixed whole a pure season of love which touches ‘em all reconfiguration EchoGnomics
January 25, 2026 at 10:45 PM