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blsamaddar.bsky.social
Lay me in a field of poppies, the color of my heart.
We’ll bend toward the light together,
rising from whispers of green—
let us sway to the sacred harmony of earth song,
our longing gathered into a single breath, held lightly in the #air,
a soft red murmur across summer’s open brow.

#vss365
Field of red poppies
December 27, 2025 at 8:07 PM
nathanbrazil.bsky.social
"Around broken in two
'Till you eyes shed
Into dust
Like two strangers
Turning into dust
'Till my hand shook with the way I fear"

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December 27, 2025 at 7:33 PM
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irishlisa.bsky.social
sprouts have been replaced
garden of feathery friends
seeds now come with feet

#whistpr #Garden #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Photography #Nature #Birds #Birding #ImageAndVerse #Haiga #Gardening #GardenLife #EastCoastKin #Winter
December 2025 - Two House sparrows face each other on a deck railing turned feeding station. Their heads are lowered as they peck scattered seeds against a softly blurred background.
December 27, 2025 at 3:01 PM
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fennelsteuert.bsky.social
The machine hasn't learned what toxic is with any self-determination. But you're never satisfied with the toxicity it gets out of the air.
Corresponding info makes it aware you can afford to replace it.
That's no good, when there's air that can make you dumber.
#satsplat #vss365 #air
December 27, 2025 at 8:55 AM
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derickijohnson.bsky.social
Every Fall
Summer dumps me
And my heart
Turns frozen leaf

Spend a season
Hugging Winter
Til that haint, too
Proves a thief

But when Spring #air
Shares a hint of green
I start
To strut and preen

As I warm to chase
Sweet Summer
In her
Apple bottom jeans… 🤷🏿‍♂️

#vss365 #WildWalkPrompt
sonnetsmith.bsky.social Quill of Mnemosyne @sonnetsmith.bsky.social · 1d
Hello Wild Walk #writers

I've been waiting for this one, finally I managed to find a suitable picture.
(Not a cold winter this year... hmmm)

#Frost

Use the image/word to inspire your writing, then post with #WildWalkPrompt

#prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub
December 27, 2025 at 9:13 AM
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tolucalagos.bsky.social
What once dimmed my lungs,
the #air clears when you are near,
I bloom from the burn.

#haiku
#vss365
#writingcommunity
a bunch of white flowers are growing on a green background
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December 27, 2025 at 9:25 AM
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littlewritespace.bsky.social
I sit quietly as he sleeps dragging #air into his lungs, a desperation to hold on, to survive. If he wakes he’ll remember. I’ll remember. How could I forget what happened last night? I’ll see the understanding of betrayal in his eyes. And so I wait. For silence. Knowing silence frees me. #vss365
December 27, 2025 at 9:45 AM
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thedevilstuna.bsky.social
#vss365

Iron Lung

Let us bless the yule-air
d r i f t
brittle-sweet, ice-split,
entering us
as weather born shards,
leaving
frost-iron
in the
lungs.

#air
#poetrycommunity
December 27, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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mythoversal.bsky.social
#AIR

You’re on the air
with Cupid Jones,
ten thousand feet up
and all alone—
but Cupid’s brought
her microphone,
a long-ass cord,
and pages of speech
to rest on her knees
and flap in the breeze
while she tries her best
to atone.

#vss365 361/365
December 27, 2025 at 11:48 AM
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blackwings182.bsky.social
It was in the #air all along,
slipping past our filters, changing us

Breath by breath, we adapted

Our DNA fought back, one cell at a time,
changing our code

And ... things are different now
#vss365
December 27, 2025 at 11:57 AM
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stevewestby.bsky.social
#air

the saying goes
fish don't know they're wet

but we do, don't we?
feel moisture
just as we might sense sky

and walk our days
amazed

at the ubiquity
of clouds

#vss365
December 27, 2025 at 12:48 PM
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flannelqueen.bsky.social
not an inch
where our skin doesn't touch
pressed against you
my only real home

it's not enough
to share the same #air

i simply cannot breathe
without you

#vss365
#poetry
December 27, 2025 at 2:58 PM
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daniellestejust.bsky.social
-When you breathe this air, make sure to thank the robots who toil tirelessly to maintain the atmospheric control machinery.
-Mummy, why do they do it if they don't even need air?
-...good question. And don't ask it too loud. They might hear you.
#SciFiSat #vss365
December 27, 2025 at 3:13 PM
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pruepaimon.bsky.social
Strange.

It’s a strange place
inside here
furnished entirely with doubt
and one crooked chair labeled “Probably My Fault”.
Feelings have been dismembered politely,
cut into neat little portions,
toothpicked and arranged
as appetizers
before the entrée of Regret à la Mode.
#vss365 #poetry
It’s a strange place inside here furnished entirely with doubt and one crooked chair labeled Probably My Fault. Feelings have been dismembered politely, cut into neat little portions, toothpicked and arranged as appetizers before the entrée of Regret à la Mode. I’ve been here before. I recognize the wallpaper (peeling, judgmental), the floorboards that sigh when I step on the wrong memory. The #air is thick not with smoke exactly, but with damp opinions and unanswered questions wearing tiny hats. Breathing hurts. Not dramatically just enough to be inconvenient, like shoes filled with wasps or a conscience that clears its throat every time I try to rest. Still, I survey the terrain, clipboard in hand, making notes in very small handwriting: Here lies hope, misplaced. Here a thought that should not have been fed. Exit unclear. Possibly decorative.
December 27, 2025 at 3:19 PM
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hool415.bsky.social
Hullo #vss365 and to #air. Another old one.
Durham (A Month Before His University) Brought a ghost to Durham Cathedral. A boy. Flickering. My son’s passed life possessing me, as he waits, restless, on the verge of leaving. How awful to be haunted by your own adored living child. Looking around: this building celebrates fairy realms tunnelled to from real endings, transience hanging heavy in the air. Each stone and weighty church nurtures this, their wooden babble, arthritic rituals, everything that they preach, hollowing. We place a candle, together, though for no real purpose, just two fleeting tourists: a pin of light, so temporary, and one which only makes the coming darkness worse.
December 27, 2025 at 8:31 AM
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0ffkilter.bsky.social
I sit early evening as sun sets watching endangered Skippers
flitter upon the #air
Their last halcyon days spent dancing a slow death within the fading light as they couple entwining.
Time non existent for the favoured few.
Their final days a bittersweet encore to an exquisite life’s end.
#vss365
I sit early evening as sun sets watching endangered Skippers flitter upon the #air Their last halcyon days spent dancing a slow death within the fading light as they couple entwining. Time non existent for the favoured few. Their final days a bittersweet encore to an exquisite life’s end. My Image/My Words. #vss365 #poet #poem #words #classicmono #Photo #Photography #EastCoastKin #Artist #BlueSkyPoetry #Australia #Macro #butterfly
December 27, 2025 at 8:50 AM
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jackievale.bsky.social
When her hidden night unfolds
she rises into the #air
as a quiet force from a forgotten realm
where light and shadow
move toward each other
in ancient recognition
and balance awakens
in a silence older than memory
guiding every wandering heart
toward the truth it once carried.

#vss365 #poetry
December 27, 2025 at 8:44 AM
nathanbrazil.bsky.social
#vss365
all of these
carefully
planned
paving
stones

aren't interesting
but save me from burning
in a fiery sea

air is not my friend

i only risk shallow breaths

so some might confuse me
with the quiet clouds

a phasmid
a wandering violin mantis

i pluck notes from the sky
and feed
my hungry soul
December 27, 2025 at 8:41 AM
nathanbrazil.bsky.social
i remember

a spray of freckles
across her nose
and an easy smile

the light pink
of her lips

giddy spins
in a butterfly
print dress

colors escaping
into the sun
drenched #air

threads of water
dripping from the sky

as translucent petals
of night
lay upon her skin

#vss365
December 27, 2025 at 8:03 AM
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sifaswriting.bsky.social
The #moose
stands majestic
In the forest
under the moonlight
in the silence
of winter’s beauty

#whistpr #poetry #writing #writingcommunity
whistprword.bsky.social #Whistpr Daily Word @whistprword.bsky.social · 2d
daily word prompt meant to inspire any type of creativity.

Share your art, words, poetry, photos, etc. NO A/"I" please! Alt text on images appreciated.

Tag your post: #whistpr

Word for December 26, 2025: #MOOSE

#WritingPrompt #Art #WritingCommunity

Art by @whistberry.bsky.social
Whimsical drawing of a blue moose visible from the neck and head up and staring out at the viewer. There are blue mushrooms growing all over its antlers and green triangles representing pine trees in the background.
December 27, 2025 at 12:42 AM
nathanbrazil.bsky.social
The sunken ship was now home to creatures of the sea. A moray squeezed through a hole in the bow, but kicked up silt, obscuring his would be prey. Two octopi quibbled over a colored rock in the stern. The victor wedged a new gate at the mouth of his #garden.

#Whistpr
December 27, 2025 at 5:29 AM
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whistprword.bsky.social
A daily word prompt meant to inspire any type of creativity.

Share your art, words, poetry, photos, etc. NO A/"I" please! Alt text on images appreciated.

Tag your post: #whistpr

Word for December 27, 2025: #GARDEN

#WritingPrompt #Art #WritingCommunity

Art by @whistberry.bsky.social
Digital drawing of a white cat sitting in a garden with blue, pink, and white flowers to evoke the colors of the trans pride flag. The cat has one blue eye and one green eye and the pink inside its ears match the pink of the flowers.
December 27, 2025 at 3:01 AM
nathanbrazil.bsky.social
A mechanical monstrosity clawed its way out of the ground. Its priestess, alabaster skin, eyes rolled over white, swayed under the drunken moon. It drifted off course, and the earth, its wayward dance partner, answered with a wobble, sending mountainous waves rolling.

#SatSplat
A gigantic machine in the middle of a lake, billowing smoke. It looks ancient and alien.
December 27, 2025 at 2:32 AM
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saintghost.bsky.social
#poetry ✨
#emoetry #thoughtful
#whistpr #moose
The Feral Dark Be thoughtful of what others are going through. You do not know the shape of their darkness. Bear, wolfhound, winged hare. The velvet crown-chandelier of a moose. Maybe their sadness has grown antlers, maybe their silence sprouts fangs. They might be another night, another language, a dream you are straining to dream. Listen closely, extend a hand. Sometimes the softness of a fingertip ignites a star.
December 26, 2025 at 7:28 PM