C. Oulens
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Poet, thinker, dreamer, scribbler… in ascending order differently logical . . . I sense, I feel, I write . . . Winner, 3rd Annual Poe-it Like Poe Poetry Contest 2025 by sixdegreesofpoe @owlnsquirrels1111 on Threads
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For this #PoemsAbout I’ve found the perfect #ImperfectMe (no lying🤥) and now that the 🐱 out of the 🎩 (was it a 🛍️?) I’m gonna 💨 for the day (JK…) Thanks to host @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk
also for #haikuchallenge #anecdote for host @bleuowl.bsky.social
#tanka #Oulens #blueskypoetry
Confessions of an unabashembellisht
- C. Oulens 

Oi, I’m a hatful
of lies that hurts umm… no one?
okay… almost.—              there!

you browse your own bags while I 
~embellish~>
  anecdotes of… 
                       nowhere—… .. .     _ - Afterword

* if I’ve to ‘embellish’ (instead of ‘spin’) ‘anecdotes’ (instead of ‘tales’) it’s reasonable that I be permitted 2 extra syllables in the #tanka for my extra-churned services…?🤔
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Much appreciate your read and the repost🙏🙏
@davidbirch.bsky.social
got overwhelmed today. Will read yours and a few remaining tomorrow.
#poemsabout
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Ooh… I’m really happy! I had the most fun playing with that particular line… was somehow coming out too long in the beginning. Much appreciate your response. 🙏🙏
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alanparrywriter.co.uk
That ‘okay... almost.— there!’ hits like a stammer caught mid-lie, all nerves & bravado at once. Love how the poem plays with confession as performance, messy yet self-aware. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Thank you! Was inspired by @bleuowl.bsky.social tanka to my previous poem. Glad you liked it.
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alanparrywriter.co.uk
‘soulless prosthetics / of pre-approved aesthetics’ the diction is sharp, metallic, perfectly mirroring its critique. Small poem, big voltage. #KeepWriting #PoemsAbout #Mannequin
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
You’re most welcome. 😊💫
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
this whimsy #instance
where I #write in #verve
of unnerving silence

#2WordPrompt #vss365
#Oulens
#haiku #senryu #tanka
#blueskypoets #blueskypoetry
#poetrycommunity #poems #poetry
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Thank you! Have you received the draft already? Haven’t received mail yet.
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Can really relate to it! 😅
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
One for you… this was from my phone cam… with the clouds playing musical chair on the blood moon night
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
You’re welcome! This is really nice music 🎵
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Really like how you’ve treated a “consultation”… the second stanza esp captures a zoned out mind so well.
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Great write! Hope this piece restored your faith! 💫
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Beautiful imagery! Esp love “regard the spine…” onwards
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anna-orridge.bsky.social
Forgive me, I am by nature an open book,
but was discarded carelessly halfway through
a reading, pages splayed, binding strained.
But regard the spine: creases long and smooth
as the lines of the South Downs viewed from afar.

A chance, my friend, that’s all I ask.

#PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
“Pareidolia”… learnt a new word, thanks! “Jesus on toast”… “…burnt bread” all those images really bring out the essence of the title. Loved it.
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Beautiful piece! I esp love the sounds… the repetition of “never” and “too” so effective.
owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social
Such an amazingly expressed “dread”! “I’m alone with my killer”… awesome finish.
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#PoemsAbout #ImperfectMe @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

#adaptation: ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

#Expressionism #Trakl #PoetryInTranslation #DepthPsychology #TheShadow #CainAndAbel #Blake #Nightmare
Dread 

After Das Grauen (1909) by
Austrian Expressionist poet, Georg Trakl (1887-1914) 

I drift through deserted rooms.
Frenzied stars dance upon a blue backdrop.
Dogs bay in beck-rimmed yards.
Manic chinook roots through the treetops.

Then all stir ceases.
Aglow with choleric ardour, 
Venomous blooms sprout from my mouth.
Blood-drip sap from marred branches 
Shimmers pale as dew. 

From the mirror’s specious void,
From the mirror’s pearly shade,
Contours merge vaguely into the 
Visage of Cain.

Curtains rustle softly.
The moon stares vacantly 
Through the window.
I’m alone with my killer.


Free adaptation from the German:
©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025

"The Body of Abel Found by Adam & Eve", William Blake, circa 1826