Poetry: #♡ᝰ.🖋️
(𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴 & 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦)
on a winter's green,
the petrichor of snowflakes
a whispered hush of feet
on bare earth
#♡ᝰ.🖋️
#poetrysky
#poetry #poem
#blueskypoets
Thank you, my friends. You mean the world to me 🫶💙✨
#♡ᝰ.🖋️
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#poetry #poem
#blueskypoets
#micropoetry
the future
behind me
the future
behind me
The noisy world falls asleep,
Silence is a gift.
The noisy world falls asleep,
Silence is a gift.
from the bottom of the river
the moon
from the bottom of the river
the moon
- Dr. Carl Sagan
- Dr. Carl Sagan
Enveloping warm sunlight,
Now cross them tight, squeeze
#haikufeels / pause
#poetry #WritingCommunity
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#BlueSkyArtShow #Clouds
Enveloping warm sunlight,
Now cross them tight, squeeze
#haikufeels / pause
#poetry #WritingCommunity
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#BlueSkyArtShow #Clouds
under a pine
winter rain
under a pine
winter rain
in waves
like the salt
in the sea
and the dawn chorus
outside my window
calling your name
I miss you
in waves
like the salt
in the sea
and the dawn chorus
outside my window
calling your name
I miss you
feeling the past
love flows
loss lingers
clover creek
holds the echoes
and I'm here
watching the ripples
listening
for your pulse
#Photography JBC
@johnbcaddell.bsky.social
feeling the past
love flows
loss lingers
clover creek
holds the echoes
and I'm here
watching the ripples
listening
for your pulse
#Photography JBC
@johnbcaddell.bsky.social
Seconds stretch into hours
Cold tea on the sill
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
#haikufeels #haiku pause
Seconds stretch into hours
Cold tea on the sill
#ও☉❢☉✑
#poetry
#micropoetry
#blueskywriters
#writingcommunity
#haikufeels #haiku pause
you carried them all
unfinished hours
words
you meant to say
but silence
leaves fingerprints
and when the light
changed
you looked up
as if you had always known
the sun
was never yours
to keep
#poetry
you carried them all
unfinished hours
words
you meant to say
but silence
leaves fingerprints
and when the light
changed
you looked up
as if you had always known
the sun
was never yours
to keep
#poetry
reminds me
how i long to
wrap myself
in you
reminds me
how i long to
wrap myself
in you
flowers await
snow becoming water
flowers await
snow becoming water
As I step in through the door
The stillness finds the rattling
of my bones,
My shallow breathing
meets the pungent smell of books.
The headaches of the world
are held like babes
and also studied like a museum.
Read with me.
As I step in through the door
The stillness finds the rattling
of my bones,
My shallow breathing
meets the pungent smell of books.
The headaches of the world
are held like babes
and also studied like a museum.
Read with me.