Writer_Moin
@writermoin.bsky.social
Poet, short story writer, literature student, bibliophile
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MC 207 is here! (And no, I couldn't think of a good rhyme for 7. lol)
Always free to enter! Submit your stories here by midnight Saturday PT:
microcosmsfic.com/2023/09/03/m...
#flash
Always free to enter! Submit your stories here by midnight Saturday PT:
microcosmsfic.com/2023/09/03/m...
#flash
September 3, 2023 at 7:18 AM
MC 207 is here! (And no, I couldn't think of a good rhyme for 7. lol)
Always free to enter! Submit your stories here by midnight Saturday PT:
microcosmsfic.com/2023/09/03/m...
#flash
Always free to enter! Submit your stories here by midnight Saturday PT:
microcosmsfic.com/2023/09/03/m...
#flash
The spade's sound stomps on my head
as my neighbour digs earth, laughing;
I cannot say—not a word,
his laughter doesn't ring but sTings.
Once I peeped at two in morn:
all I saw was a bloodstained blanket.
He caught my hand with no warn,
and I awoke in a casket...
(Written by: Neighbour)
#mptod
as my neighbour digs earth, laughing;
I cannot say—not a word,
his laughter doesn't ring but sTings.
Once I peeped at two in morn:
all I saw was a bloodstained blanket.
He caught my hand with no warn,
and I awoke in a casket...
(Written by: Neighbour)
#mptod
Here's the 2 Sept word prompt for #mpotd (micro prompt of the day): NEIGHBOR.
I'll post a prompt word/image. Write a micro using the word/inspired by the image. Use the hashtag #mpotd. Stay w/in 300 characters.
*It helps if you quote post the prompt post instead of commenting.*
#writingprompt
I'll post a prompt word/image. Write a micro using the word/inspired by the image. Use the hashtag #mpotd. Stay w/in 300 characters.
*It helps if you quote post the prompt post instead of commenting.*
#writingprompt
September 2, 2023 at 5:38 PM
The spade's sound stomps on my head
as my neighbour digs earth, laughing;
I cannot say—not a word,
his laughter doesn't ring but sTings.
Once I peeped at two in morn:
all I saw was a bloodstained blanket.
He caught my hand with no warn,
and I awoke in a casket...
(Written by: Neighbour)
#mptod
as my neighbour digs earth, laughing;
I cannot say—not a word,
his laughter doesn't ring but sTings.
Once I peeped at two in morn:
all I saw was a bloodstained blanket.
He caught my hand with no warn,
and I awoke in a casket...
(Written by: Neighbour)
#mptod
Silence
You do realise
... these little silences
muffle my
confidance, konfidence, confiedance
until no
spa c e is left
to SCREAM.
I don't like to keep you
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
like this, for I too want
what you seek— peace of
mind and heart and soul.
#author #poet
You do realise
... these little silences
muffle my
confidance, konfidence, confiedance
until no
spa c e is left
to SCREAM.
I don't like to keep you
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
like this, for I too want
what you seek— peace of
mind and heart and soul.
#author #poet
September 2, 2023 at 8:40 AM
Silence
You do realise
... these little silences
muffle my
confidance, konfidence, confiedance
until no
spa c e is left
to SCREAM.
I don't like to keep you
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
like this, for I too want
what you seek— peace of
mind and heart and soul.
#author #poet
You do realise
... these little silences
muffle my
confidance, konfidence, confiedance
until no
spa c e is left
to SCREAM.
I don't like to keep you
h
a
n
g
i
n
g
like this, for I too want
what you seek— peace of
mind and heart and soul.
#author #poet
Hanging
Torn from everywhere,
I hang onto something firm,
yet it feels like I am being hung
not once did a human care
for a human left to die—
but the crows have been
gentle.
Beside my face, the nest of crows—
I listen to the baby craws cawing,
and hear the humans going about their lives.
#mpotd
Torn from everywhere,
I hang onto something firm,
yet it feels like I am being hung
not once did a human care
for a human left to die—
but the crows have been
gentle.
Beside my face, the nest of crows—
I listen to the baby craws cawing,
and hear the humans going about their lives.
#mpotd
Here's the 1 Sept image prompt for micro prompt of the day.
I'll post a prompt word or image. Write a micro using the prompt word/inspired by the image. Use hashtag #mpotd. Stay w/in 300 characters.
*It helps if you quote post the prompt post.* #writingprompt
Credit: Luc-Olivier Merson
I'll post a prompt word or image. Write a micro using the prompt word/inspired by the image. Use hashtag #mpotd. Stay w/in 300 characters.
*It helps if you quote post the prompt post.* #writingprompt
Credit: Luc-Olivier Merson
September 2, 2023 at 3:34 AM
Hanging
Torn from everywhere,
I hang onto something firm,
yet it feels like I am being hung
not once did a human care
for a human left to die—
but the crows have been
gentle.
Beside my face, the nest of crows—
I listen to the baby craws cawing,
and hear the humans going about their lives.
#mpotd
Torn from everywhere,
I hang onto something firm,
yet it feels like I am being hung
not once did a human care
for a human left to die—
but the crows have been
gentle.
Beside my face, the nest of crows—
I listen to the baby craws cawing,
and hear the humans going about their lives.
#mpotd
LIFT
I have fallen far from you.
I have lost all my hue.
Crumbling is all I know,
and all I see is woe.
My rusty hands have no life
because I have lost my heart.
Even my only beating knife
has lost and fallen apart.
Lift me up and hold me, dear.
I see, ah, my death is here.
#mpotd
I have fallen far from you.
I have lost all my hue.
Crumbling is all I know,
and all I see is woe.
My rusty hands have no life
because I have lost my heart.
Even my only beating knife
has lost and fallen apart.
Lift me up and hold me, dear.
I see, ah, my death is here.
#mpotd
Here's the 31 August word prompt for #mpotd (micro prompt of the day): LIFT.
I'll post a prompt word/image. Write a micro using the word/inspired by the image. Use the hashtag #mpotd. Stay w/in 300 characters.
*It helps if you quote post the prompt post instead of commenting.*
#writingprompt
I'll post a prompt word/image. Write a micro using the word/inspired by the image. Use the hashtag #mpotd. Stay w/in 300 characters.
*It helps if you quote post the prompt post instead of commenting.*
#writingprompt
September 1, 2023 at 3:09 AM
LIFT
I have fallen far from you.
I have lost all my hue.
Crumbling is all I know,
and all I see is woe.
My rusty hands have no life
because I have lost my heart.
Even my only beating knife
has lost and fallen apart.
Lift me up and hold me, dear.
I see, ah, my death is here.
#mpotd
I have fallen far from you.
I have lost all my hue.
Crumbling is all I know,
and all I see is woe.
My rusty hands have no life
because I have lost my heart.
Even my only beating knife
has lost and fallen apart.
Lift me up and hold me, dear.
I see, ah, my death is here.
#mpotd
The moon has been always there,
e'en though I drained its stars,
it is lone, pale and lies fair
while I hide away my scars.
#author
e'en though I drained its stars,
it is lone, pale and lies fair
while I hide away my scars.
#author
August 29, 2023 at 9:05 AM
The moon has been always there,
e'en though I drained its stars,
it is lone, pale and lies fair
while I hide away my scars.
#author
e'en though I drained its stars,
it is lone, pale and lies fair
while I hide away my scars.
#author
birds do greet me
the sky is been blue sometimes—
blue-grey this evening
#author
the sky is been blue sometimes—
blue-grey this evening
#author
August 29, 2023 at 2:39 AM
birds do greet me
the sky is been blue sometimes—
blue-grey this evening
#author
the sky is been blue sometimes—
blue-grey this evening
#author
Autumn Haiku
leaves fall on tractor
wind is crisp with dryness—
farmer cuts some crops
© @writermoin.bsky.social
leaves fall on tractor
wind is crisp with dryness—
farmer cuts some crops
© @writermoin.bsky.social
August 28, 2023 at 6:38 PM
Autumn Haiku
leaves fall on tractor
wind is crisp with dryness—
farmer cuts some crops
© @writermoin.bsky.social
leaves fall on tractor
wind is crisp with dryness—
farmer cuts some crops
© @writermoin.bsky.social