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Whispers
@whispers615.bsky.social
320 followers 270 following 380 posts
🌙 Mostly nocturnal poster of poetry
Consumer of beautiful things

🪷 Liberal, neurodivergent, therapist, ally
(ADHD, OCD)

💚 Unless noted, all poetry + photos are mine
She/her
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#haikufeels #fracture
#blueskyrelay #trace
#poetry

fractured focuses
eyes sore traces, trances of
morning written word
December 14, 2025 at 5:20 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #apogee
#OurPoetryX #tiredofwaiting
#poetry

In this morning dawn,
I lay tired of waiting
for light to come.
From its apogee,
its deepest slumber..
to new day’s break
and lonely shadow banish,
I welcome thee,
O heavenly sun.
December 14, 2025 at 5:19 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#emoetry #flabbergasted
#vssdaily #button
#whistpr #green
#poetry

Chrysanthemum buttons,
Green leaves overgrown
Flabbergasted by morning dew
December 14, 2025 at 5:18 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #successor
#emoetry #elated
#OurPoetryX #nightsinging
#haikufeels #brush
#whistpr #weasel
#blueskyrelay #whiff
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: The successor of Fall, must wear a heavy crown, brushing off the leaves and fallen snow. Winter is elated to invite rest to her kin, sending a whiff of brisk cold air into every space, weaseling in and granting peace, hibernation and light in the darkness. Sometimes, you can hear Winter’s song on the wind at night
December 13, 2025 at 6:15 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #illicit
#emoetry #defiance
#OurPoetryX #coloredlights
#vssdaily #dash
#haikufeels #drop
#whistpr #carpet
#blueskyrelay #wisp
poem by @whispers615 that reads: There are some days where I begin running out of things to say... an illicit feeling of antisocial peace, especially for a therapist like me perhaps an act of defiance I can afford is to use my PTO, drop all my empathy in the sink, let my carpet feel the weight of my body, each wisp of my hair falling out of place, and my soul as delicate as glass ornaments on a tree dashed with colored and white lights.
December 12, 2025 at 5:25 AM
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#vss365 #bewitched
#emoetry #cautious
#vssdaily #tin
#haikufeels #obsess
#whistpr #frog
#blueskyrelay #tinge
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I wander, bewitched, my obsessions amiss a tin foil hat and a frog in my throat a land alight in black and white with just a tinge of grey cautiously reading the stars on my ceiling and traveling only by night
December 11, 2025 at 6:35 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #consolation
#emoetry #bemused
#OurPoetryX #artificial
#vssdaily #patch
#haikufeels #stretch
#whistpr #end
#blueskyrelay #split
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: What consolation can be offered to a bemused, befuddled girl who unknowingly split from the right path, met a dead end down the rabbit hole and stretched herself so big and so small, that even her own artificial intelligence became confused and lost in a world all her own? I suppose nothing. Just leave her to sing in her patch of daisies..
December 10, 2025 at 5:56 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #soliloquy
#emoetry #admired
#OurPoetryX #meandering
#vssdaily #vane
#haikufeels #enough
#whistpr #aurora
#blueskyrelay #lag
poem by @whispers615 that reads: the weather vane lags and meanders as the wind speaks soft soliloquies and the rooster admires the aurora of morning sky truly it is enough to be alive
December 9, 2025 at 6:20 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #magenta
#emoetry #weird
#whistpr #crowd
#blueskyrelay #rift
#bluesclues
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I get this weird feeling in crowds, like my mouth is forming a rift between me and those around. My brain tells me that I’m being too much, too loud, too bombastic. But I’m not sure how to stop doing that when I’m having fun. I don’t think Blue, Magenta, or Steve could help me figure this out.
December 8, 2025 at 6:05 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #augury
#emoetry #vigorous
#OurPoetryX #weathered
#haikufeels #under
#whistpr #sunflower
#blueskyrelay #millennium
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I am a sunflower spending my millennium long augury under the sun, looking for good, bright and beautiful things. I will remain vigorous, though I may be weathered during my search, for there is nothing more valiant than looking for ordinary wonderful things.
December 6, 2025 at 7:49 PM
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#vss365 #chic
#emoetry #unbearable
#haikufeels #mull

I’ve mulled it over:
It’s simply unbearable
and not chic to cry.
December 6, 2025 at 7:16 AM
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#vss365 #vespertine
#emoetry #tenderness
#OurPoetryX #destination
#whistpr #waterfall
poem by @whispers615 that reads: In my wanderings without a destination in a vespertine suburb cul-de-sac, the tenderness of dusk and tulip poplar blooms became my refuge. Where my thoughts kept in cupboards and under floorboards, could pour out as a waterfall, painting the sky until it was time to walk home for dinner.
December 5, 2025 at 5:04 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #chivalrous
#emoetry #scared
#OurPoetryX #moment
#vssdaily #miracle
#haikufeels #smirk
#whistpr #snail
#blueskyrelay #age
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: Why can’t I act my age? Instead, I get scared, tuck into my shell, like a snail and commit to never coming out again. Instead, with a chivalrous hand and a smirk, you coax me out to be with you in the moment
December 4, 2025 at 5:25 AM
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#vss365 #aphonic
#emoetry #rapture
#OurPoetryX #packages
#haikufeels #presume
#blueskyrelay #thesparktookitstime
poem by @whispers615 that reads: It started with a whisper-- an aphonic hum, then grew into a rapture. Time well spent, I presume, because this spark was the full package.
December 3, 2025 at 6:11 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #suave
#emoetry #passionate
#OurPoetryX #particle
#vssdaily #saint
#haikufeels #reflect
#whistpr #mask
#blueskyrelay #timetriedagain
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: This time around, things were different. Masks were dropped and things felt real. In the mirrors to the past, I saw reflections passionate, suave men who consulted with gods and saints, reflected on life, battled with demons, but did no such thing for me. Every particle of you would search for me, would fight for me, would shield me.
December 2, 2025 at 5:47 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #last
#emoetry #optimism
#OurPoetryX #aworldaway
#haikufeels #thorn
#whistpr #home
#blueskyrelay #theconfettineverlanded
#vssdaily #obscure
A poem by @whispers615 that reads: You are a world away. A man of the home, but obscured in walls of thorn. With your last breath blown like a dandelion confetti without a place to land, where will your optimism go? How will you spread seeds of joy past your mind’s eye? I wonder how deep a well you wish in and how many coins you have tossed in- a beggar, a lost man, a castaway.
December 1, 2025 at 2:40 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #matters
#emoetry #nervousness
#OurPoetryX #kissedbystarlight
#haikufeels #solve
#blueskyrelay #illuminate

Had a lot to say with this one.
Good night all 🪷
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I can feel the shakes in my hands, the headlights are blinding me as they illuminate all of my nervousness frozen, stuck, unable to solve my problems. Moving as slowly and silently as possible, I know that the only thing that matters is to make it through this. When they talk about healing, they say beautiful quotes on Pinterest, tattooed reassurances, getting kissed by starlight, and resting with yourself for a time. While yes that is true and I’m certified to say so, I also know that mental recovery has things that stick like Elmer’s glue on your hands when we were kids- picking away at something on me- something I can’t ever get off or touch or see. Am I doing it right, is it all just for attention, for show, just to prove I shed my skin like they asked me to? And in the end, I will never know. No amount of thinking will very help me know more.
November 30, 2025 at 7:17 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #health
#haikufeels #omen
#whistpr #murmuration
#blueskyrelay #thecandleblinkedtwice
#emoetry #livid
#ourpoetryx #untoldstories
Got a little tripped up with words from previous days so some of these are for the 27th.
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: This year, I am thankful for what health I have left. I’m thankful for feeling connected to myself I’m thankful that the murmuration of starlings still makes a home near my house. This harmony is unmatched. But I am livid, when the real stories go untold, whitewashed-- Burned by the candle that blinked twice then ignited all at once. An omen, a divine rage, an incantation- is on its way.
November 29, 2025 at 6:48 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #learning
#vssdaily #cheer
#haikufeels #prefer
#whistpr #whirlwind
#blueskyrelay #secondchancestastelikecinnamon
#emoetry #menaced
#ourpoetryx #meanttodream
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I am still learning to prefer the whirlwind that first menaced me to the cliffs edge. With the taste of my first plunge fresh in my mouth, I felt ready for my second chance... After leaving the ledge’s end, I plummeted far and fast, before feathers and wind collide. Cheering myself on, I knew that I was meant to fulfill my dream. “Everyone deserves a chance to fly”
November 28, 2025 at 5:32 AM
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#vss365 #reflection
#haikufeels #hush
#whistpr #race
#blueskyrelay #theskysavedroomforonemore
#emoetry #jovial
#ourpoetryx #willweever
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: In the hush of my silent reflection on life, on happiness, on meaning... thinking about life with my partner ‘will we ever have the things we need?’ I catch myself with a reminder: life is not a race, joviality will find me when I need it, and the big man in the sky has a seat saved for me. I’m protected, I’m loved, and maybe that is all I need to know.
November 27, 2025 at 5:08 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #timed
#vssdaily #marker
#haikufeels #stagger
#whistpr #valiant
#blueskyrelay #adamant
#emoetry #inattentive
#ourpoetryx #knownbynow
poem by @whispers615 that reads: I should have known by now how unclear this all would be. How valiant an effort it is to walk in stride with my stagger, I admire your well timed attempts. Isn’t it all so romantic? My adamant inattentiveness and you with your hunter’s mark. I’d write it all down in permanent marker, sealed in stone, in invisible ink and burned at midnight under a full moon. Isn’t it all so romantic?
November 25, 2025 at 7:59 PM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #relevant
#haikufeels #unravel
#whistpr #windy (got days mixed up oops)😬
#blueskyrelay #gaslight
#emoetry #hard
#ourpoetryx #foundation
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: My thoughts blew around like leaves in the wind, and felt as hard as the strongest foundation, and sounded as snakes and gaslighting liars, and connected as well as unraveled sweaters. I hope that’s all relevant and maybe made sense. I want to be understood as best as I can.
November 24, 2025 at 11:47 PM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #achievable
#vssdaily #tennis
#haikufeels #fade
#whistpr #dash
#blueskyrelay #wave
#emoetry #giggly
#ourpoetryx #lyricstolife
Felt this one more in the tune/ rhythm of a song I know. Poem stands on its own but if you'd like to hear the song too, have a listen! youtu.be/-5ETf54NjPk?...
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I can hear it all. The rhythm of us, the music of Earth the lyrics of life: A dog’s favorite tennis ball, old and sloppy whistling through the air as he dashes behind. The crash of a wave on the seashore and a giggly small child who’s never seen it before. An applause for us all for an achievable journey, smiling in self-esteem as the ovation fades. I hear it all. The rhythm of us, the music of Earth the lyrics of life.
November 24, 2025 at 5:51 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #measurable
#haikufeels #invest
#whistpr #bone
#emoetry #ferocity
#ourpoetryx #flyingfree
Enjoying this new style (i.e. using as many prompt words as possible), but back to my nocturnal posting for today. 🪷🌙
Poem by @whispers615 that reads: I am tethered. A bird with no cage, hollow bones, free to fly, yet from acts of ferocity and barbarity, I find myself shackled and investing in barbed wire: What measurable length is needed to protect me? How much is my freedom really worth?
November 23, 2025 at 5:34 AM
whispers615.bsky.social
#vss365 #specific
#haikufeels #repair
#whistpr #free
#blueskyrelay #blue
#emoetry #educated
#ourpoetryx #withthewind
Poem that reads: I am free when I’m with Her. Repaired, forgiven, holy. The wind hears even my faintest whisper, my most specific prayers. Ivy league’s most educated minds may never understand our deep blue relationship. My Wind and Me.
November 21, 2025 at 5:48 PM