Robert
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Poetry doesn’t belong to the person who writes it, it belongs to the person who needs it. — Il Postino (1994 film) The story of a heart that will not be still. A gentleman of a certain age. Avatar art by R. Lichtenstein.
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The night is long
and my sorrows deep
ask not which sadness
makes me weep
for it is that
very same well
from which all of us
drink and dwell
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anntigone.bsky.social
I #fret with longing,
#haunted by it—
teeth biting
into my heart
bursting it open
like a #sweet,
ripe #berry,
a gush pouring forth
into a waiting mould.
I conjure him
from my own blood
& kiss him
into being—
my Crimson King
& I, his Queen
of Hearts.

#WildWalkPrompt #emoetry
#whistpr #vssdaily
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anntigone.bsky.social
I hold it there
like a precious gem
in a secret niche
inside my mind

taking it out
every now & then
when no-one sees
to marvel at it—
slowly entranced
by how it gleams
& sparkles,
just for me

then I gently
place it back again—
this untold,
hidden fantasy
that means
so much
to me.

#sensewrds 130
robertthe.bsky.social
Fret not, for
in the sea storm
of today’s world
we are but
two drowning
souls rescuing
one another
finding shelter
in the other
ride out the
tempest with me
we will survive
we will thrive
fret not

#vssdaily #fret #poetry
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anntigone.bsky.social
Shadows of the past
crowd my days—
spectres in my kitchen,
ghosts next to me
on the bus,
phantoms walking
my daydreams.

What they seek
I don't know
but I don't trust
their silent footsteps.

I smile through them,
hoping they don't
see through me
so easily.

#MPPrompt
@malformed-poetry.bsky.social
robertthe.bsky.social
Creeping in my yard
squirrels act like they own it
indigenous land

#haikufeels #haiku #creep
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anntigone.bsky.social
That #thing
that I'm seeking?
Ah yes, motivation

while it pours,
#sublime ly
upon me,
I let it drip
from my #raincoat
of procrastination,
eking into the soil
beneath my feet

later I'll #unearth it,
bringing it back
to the #top

but for now
let me just put
my umbrella up

#2wordprompt #vss365
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anntigone.bsky.social
Is that #destinycalling
or just you
on my phone?
or are they one
and the same?

If I say your name
three times, in the
hidden recesses
of my mind
will you appear
before me
so that we can
maybe
steal away
to sanctify
our destiny?

#BedroomEyesPrompt
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anntigone.bsky.social
#Fatigued,
crossing a
precarious #log
of loneliness.
On one side;
a #cascade
of abyss,
on the other;
an ominous
wilderness.

We cling to 
one other,
bound with 
a rope
of #leather,
wondering
how did we
end up
together?
& can
friendship
get us out
of here?

#WildWalkPrompt #Emoetry
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anntigone.bsky.social
Lying in satisfied
silence as we
"smoke cigarettes"—
old Hollywood
movie code to keep
the censors happy,
hair as disheveled
as my sense of self,
responsibilities
trapped in
ruffled bedsheets,
wondering if I should
have said "no"
when he asked
if I needed anything.

#BedroomEyesPrompt
#Ishouldhave
robertthe.bsky.social
Emotional haze
inexplicable sunshine
infatuation

#haikufeels #haze
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anntigone.bsky.social
I walk the garden
barefoot
grass underfoot,

intoxicating
petrichor rising,
a heady haze,
the fire of life
pumping through
my veins.

When the moon
said 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦
I did not listen.

A divine bite,
juice dripping
from my chin.

I give up
I give in
let existence
take me.

#MPPrompt
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anntigone.bsky.social
The perforation
of my obsidian heart—
cracked open by
kindness

leaving a lachrymose
#mess,
overdue
tears shed
after years
of hoarding grief

crystalised
tear ducts
unstuck
by molten
gentleness

friendship melting
frosts of emptiness—
new shots spring
in my soul's
wilderness

#RetroArtPrompt
robertthe.bsky.social
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robertthe.bsky.social
I turn on the
electric blanket
on her side
even though
she’s not here
it’s not her
warm body and
it’s not her soft
quiet moan when
I touch her and
it’s not the way
she arches her
back into me and
it’s not her
“thanks for
the snuggles”
but it’s something
something called
loneliness

#poetry
robertthe.bsky.social
Apart we suffer
a most common woe
invisible, we know
not love nor bliss
to guilt, to pride,
there is nothing we owe
let us now end
two sorrows with one kiss

#poetry
robertthe.bsky.social
Shot of Irish Ghost
toasting the dark
and the light
our fleeting glory

#dailyhaikuprompt ghost
#poetry
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robertthe.bsky.social
Gaelic goddess
Brigid emerges
on the night of
the harvest moon

Her cool blue eyes
set to unchain
magic upon
the unsuspecting

With sympathetic
oscillations of her
poetry she heals
moribund souls

Reignite her smoldering
fires, if you dare
the divinity of fire is
highly combustible

#SenseWrds 129
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anntigone.bsky.social
During our
#candid exchanges,
I strip the layers
from you
like #bark
from a tree,
getting right down
to your #crimson
heartwood.

What I seek,
no more than
the size of #pea,
just the essence
of you,
all that you are,
the tiny weight
of your soul.

#emoetry #wildwalkprompt
#whistpr #vssdaily
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anntigone.bsky.social
As a child, my father
was the sun,
spreading #global warmth.

I orbited him
like intrigued #technology
his insignificant #satellite.

Until he fell,
wings scorched to #ash
and I saw a man
flawed as Icarus.

#Sonder hits—
he too
is broken

just like me.

#2wordprompt #vss365
#vssmagic #BlueSkyRelay
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anntigone.bsky.social
I live in the land
of #redhotredheads,
a gift to Eire
from the fingalls-
fair Vikings

we have them
by the dozen
so for me
it's intriguing
to find
a far flung one

foreign familiars
dot the world with
exotic brown eyes
or a dark speckle
of freckles

echoes of ancestors
reverberating
in red
robertthe.bsky.social
Her holy relic
ruins crumbling in my heart
venerate old love

#haikufeels #relic
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mwplovesmusic.bsky.social
Some day there
will be tales
of how we
clashed
like great titans
and rained
thunderstorms
on Athens;
we shook
foundations
and rattled
bones,
we wrote
tragedies
and
Lifetime
melodrama;
there may have
been something
we both
needed to learn
but we must
stop our ruination

#vss365 #poetry
robertthe.bsky.social
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anntigone.bsky.social
My #distinct #junior years
oft found hid in a #niche
book in hand
a #clash with my peers
as I was ever alone

reading Jane Eyre
seeing myself there
as if written down—
an #ineffable connection
with a work of fiction

while she stays still
& I move on
my gratitude remains
for the company
she gave