Ilysian Revner
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Yearner | Author | Musings of a Mediocre Mind | Finding beauty in the small things | A place to bleed my heart into the void
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these last ripe fruits
sinking slowly into winter
on cold autumn earth
#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #senryu #tanka
sinking slowly into winter
on cold autumn earth
#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #senryu #tanka
October 25, 2025 at 7:11 PM
these last ripe fruits
sinking slowly into winter
on cold autumn earth
#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #senryu #tanka
sinking slowly into winter
on cold autumn earth
#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #senryu #tanka
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Poems just happen, like feelings or dusk. The soul is a blind accomplice.
September 10, 2025 at 12:20 AM
Poems just happen, like feelings or dusk. The soul is a blind accomplice.
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Much to be said about holding hands. About playing with someone’s fingers and drawing shapes on their palm, tracing secret words. Feeling the pulse at the base of their wrist quickening as you do; a lover’s morse code.
September 10, 2025 at 5:41 AM
Much to be said about holding hands. About playing with someone’s fingers and drawing shapes on their palm, tracing secret words. Feeling the pulse at the base of their wrist quickening as you do; a lover’s morse code.
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“for you, I would” is the universal language because words are hard to say and easy to misinterpret but actions require no vocabulary but the willingness to try. And what’s love if not trying, trying, trying?
August 24, 2025 at 1:52 PM
“for you, I would” is the universal language because words are hard to say and easy to misinterpret but actions require no vocabulary but the willingness to try. And what’s love if not trying, trying, trying?
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February 12, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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Forget-me-nots and
“He loves me, he loves me not”s...
Circling thoughts, time lost...
#haikufeels #poetry #forget
“He loves me, he loves me not”s...
Circling thoughts, time lost...
#haikufeels #poetry #forget
August 19, 2025 at 4:06 AM
Forget-me-nots and
“He loves me, he loves me not”s...
Circling thoughts, time lost...
#haikufeels #poetry #forget
“He loves me, he loves me not”s...
Circling thoughts, time lost...
#haikufeels #poetry #forget
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Does the twig forget
The taste of sun on green leaves
As they gently fall
#haikufeels forget
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
The taste of sun on green leaves
As they gently fall
#haikufeels forget
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
August 19, 2025 at 3:43 AM
Does the twig forget
The taste of sun on green leaves
As they gently fall
#haikufeels forget
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
The taste of sun on green leaves
As they gently fall
#haikufeels forget
#haiku #poetry #micropoetry
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“Learn how to read
the love letters sent by
the wind and rain,
the sun and the moon.”
—Ikkyu
the love letters sent by
the wind and rain,
the sun and the moon.”
—Ikkyu
August 19, 2025 at 1:02 AM
“Learn how to read
the love letters sent by
the wind and rain,
the sun and the moon.”
—Ikkyu
the love letters sent by
the wind and rain,
the sun and the moon.”
—Ikkyu
August 19, 2025 at 10:22 AM
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I won’t say I’m in love, but there will be clues. Someone will ask me what my favourite colour is and I will think of the exact shade of your eyes.
August 2, 2025 at 7:46 AM
I won’t say I’m in love, but there will be clues. Someone will ask me what my favourite colour is and I will think of the exact shade of your eyes.
July 29, 2025 at 8:16 AM
July 28, 2025 at 7:07 PM
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If you ask me if I love you,
I would say…
I love the ocean, but I cannot swim.
In other words..
I love you, but I cannot survive you.
I would say…
I love the ocean, but I cannot swim.
In other words..
I love you, but I cannot survive you.
May 10, 2025 at 10:05 PM
If you ask me if I love you,
I would say…
I love the ocean, but I cannot swim.
In other words..
I love you, but I cannot survive you.
I would say…
I love the ocean, but I cannot swim.
In other words..
I love you, but I cannot survive you.
May 2, 2025 at 2:29 AM
The words don't come. And I'm left pondering the flowers
April 17, 2025 at 1:05 PM
The words don't come. And I'm left pondering the flowers
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i'm no more than a wisp in this world, and it's this— less than form of lightness that i'm quite happy to be... even my name is a veiled memory, the sound of wind whispering through trees
April 16, 2025 at 9:51 PM
i'm no more than a wisp in this world, and it's this— less than form of lightness that i'm quite happy to be... even my name is a veiled memory, the sound of wind whispering through trees
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a flower is fierce
with kindness—
a soft bed for a bee
a sip of nectar
a seed dreaming
of light, deep in
the dark earth
with kindness—
a soft bed for a bee
a sip of nectar
a seed dreaming
of light, deep in
the dark earth
March 29, 2025 at 8:43 PM
a flower is fierce
with kindness—
a soft bed for a bee
a sip of nectar
a seed dreaming
of light, deep in
the dark earth
with kindness—
a soft bed for a bee
a sip of nectar
a seed dreaming
of light, deep in
the dark earth