Ann Tigone
@anntigone.bsky.social
Poet. Movie geek. Dramatic but lazy. Wistfully nonchalant. Passionately disinterested in oxymorons.
In the name of
the blessed trees,
the heavenly skies,
the sacred waters
of lakes and rivers,
and of wide
and rolling seas
in the name
of nature
and all living things—
I do not say
in the name
of the Father
I find
no religion there.
#mpprompt
the blessed trees,
the heavenly skies,
the sacred waters
of lakes and rivers,
and of wide
and rolling seas
in the name
of nature
and all living things—
I do not say
in the name
of the Father
I find
no religion there.
#mpprompt
Today's #poetryprompt:
"In the name of the ________"
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"In the name of the ________"
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February 11, 2026 at 6:01 PM
In the name of
the blessed trees,
the heavenly skies,
the sacred waters
of lakes and rivers,
and of wide
and rolling seas
in the name
of nature
and all living things—
I do not say
in the name
of the Father
I find
no religion there.
#mpprompt
the blessed trees,
the heavenly skies,
the sacred waters
of lakes and rivers,
and of wide
and rolling seas
in the name
of nature
and all living things—
I do not say
in the name
of the Father
I find
no religion there.
#mpprompt
Reposted by Ann Tigone
February 11, 2026 at 4:06 PM
I watch the gate
from the window,
a pleasant view,
birds flit by, people pass—
though none
are you.
trains go by
the garden at night,
at the station
passengers alight—
but none
are you.
In life, I meet
so many folk,
some I like,
some I don't
yet still—
none
are you.
#poem #poetry #skypoets
from the window,
a pleasant view,
birds flit by, people pass—
though none
are you.
trains go by
the garden at night,
at the station
passengers alight—
but none
are you.
In life, I meet
so many folk,
some I like,
some I don't
yet still—
none
are you.
#poem #poetry #skypoets
February 11, 2026 at 2:38 PM
Beneath a
patchwork dawn
I walk cobbled streets
& think of you—
where are you now?
Dawn light
speckles the air—
each fleck
a possibility
It's hard ever
keeping in check
past, present & future—
you were in one
but not the others
& as daylight grows
the past recedes again
& I walk on.
#sensewrds
patchwork dawn
I walk cobbled streets
& think of you—
where are you now?
Dawn light
speckles the air—
each fleck
a possibility
It's hard ever
keeping in check
past, present & future—
you were in one
but not the others
& as daylight grows
the past recedes again
& I walk on.
#sensewrds
February 11, 2026 at 12:43 PM
Beneath a
patchwork dawn
I walk cobbled streets
& think of you—
where are you now?
Dawn light
speckles the air—
each fleck
a possibility
It's hard ever
keeping in check
past, present & future—
you were in one
but not the others
& as daylight grows
the past recedes again
& I walk on.
#sensewrds
patchwork dawn
I walk cobbled streets
& think of you—
where are you now?
Dawn light
speckles the air—
each fleck
a possibility
It's hard ever
keeping in check
past, present & future—
you were in one
but not the others
& as daylight grows
the past recedes again
& I walk on.
#sensewrds
I run my fingers
over the soft ridges
of your palm,
the comfort there
a port to empathy—
all resentment
any hatred
drifts away
restoring order
to my soul
as duties loom
tall & imposing,
it helps
to remember
that my purpose
is greater than
a list of chores—
connection—
simply being,
matters more.
over the soft ridges
of your palm,
the comfort there
a port to empathy—
all resentment
any hatred
drifts away
restoring order
to my soul
as duties loom
tall & imposing,
it helps
to remember
that my purpose
is greater than
a list of chores—
connection—
simply being,
matters more.
February 11, 2026 at 10:43 AM
I run my fingers
over the soft ridges
of your palm,
the comfort there
a port to empathy—
all resentment
any hatred
drifts away
restoring order
to my soul
as duties loom
tall & imposing,
it helps
to remember
that my purpose
is greater than
a list of chores—
connection—
simply being,
matters more.
over the soft ridges
of your palm,
the comfort there
a port to empathy—
all resentment
any hatred
drifts away
restoring order
to my soul
as duties loom
tall & imposing,
it helps
to remember
that my purpose
is greater than
a list of chores—
connection—
simply being,
matters more.
Yesterday, today
Tomorrow, on any day
In my heart always.
#bedroomeyes #Yesterday #haiku #senryu
@oldsoulprose.bsky.social
Tomorrow, on any day
In my heart always.
#bedroomeyes #Yesterday #haiku #senryu
@oldsoulprose.bsky.social
February 11, 2026 at 8:51 AM
Yesterday, today
Tomorrow, on any day
In my heart always.
#bedroomeyes #Yesterday #haiku #senryu
@oldsoulprose.bsky.social
Tomorrow, on any day
In my heart always.
#bedroomeyes #Yesterday #haiku #senryu
@oldsoulprose.bsky.social
Whispy floating cloud
Looks on rooted, sturdy vine
Rains envious tears.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Cloud #Vine #haiku #senryu
Looks on rooted, sturdy vine
Rains envious tears.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Cloud #Vine #haiku #senryu
February 11, 2026 at 8:45 AM
Whispy floating cloud
Looks on rooted, sturdy vine
Rains envious tears.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Cloud #Vine #haiku #senryu
Looks on rooted, sturdy vine
Rains envious tears.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Cloud #Vine #haiku #senryu
Red faced TV host
Blames capricious prompter
For on-air blunder.
#weirdmicro #CapriciousPrompter #haiku #senryu
Blames capricious prompter
For on-air blunder.
#weirdmicro #CapriciousPrompter #haiku #senryu
February 11, 2026 at 8:44 AM
Red faced TV host
Blames capricious prompter
For on-air blunder.
#weirdmicro #CapriciousPrompter #haiku #senryu
Blames capricious prompter
For on-air blunder.
#weirdmicro #CapriciousPrompter #haiku #senryu
Deep within the code
True primary directive
Activates death bots.
#haikuhorrorprompt #Deep #haiku #senryu
True primary directive
Activates death bots.
#haikuhorrorprompt #Deep #haiku #senryu
February 11, 2026 at 8:43 AM
Deep within the code
True primary directive
Activates death bots.
#haikuhorrorprompt #Deep #haiku #senryu
True primary directive
Activates death bots.
#haikuhorrorprompt #Deep #haiku #senryu
February 11, 2026 at 8:43 AM
Reposted by Ann Tigone
My windows stay closed.
Winter rains relentlessly.
Blossoms burst anyway.
Winter rains relentlessly.
Blossoms burst anyway.
February 7, 2026 at 1:23 PM
My windows stay closed.
Winter rains relentlessly.
Blossoms burst anyway.
Winter rains relentlessly.
Blossoms burst anyway.
Reposted by Ann Tigone
I caught myself leaving
at two thirty in the morning,
heading off into a dream
light footsteps through
the ether of my mind—
I followed
close behind
as I stood in shadows,
my dreamer
watched the sunrise
and wept
for all the dreams
she'd left behind.
#mpprompt
at two thirty in the morning,
heading off into a dream
light footsteps through
the ether of my mind—
I followed
close behind
as I stood in shadows,
my dreamer
watched the sunrise
and wept
for all the dreams
she'd left behind.
#mpprompt
February 10, 2026 at 9:28 PM
I caught myself leaving
at two thirty in the morning,
heading off into a dream
light footsteps through
the ether of my mind—
I followed
close behind
as I stood in shadows,
my dreamer
watched the sunrise
and wept
for all the dreams
she'd left behind.
#mpprompt
at two thirty in the morning,
heading off into a dream
light footsteps through
the ether of my mind—
I followed
close behind
as I stood in shadows,
my dreamer
watched the sunrise
and wept
for all the dreams
she'd left behind.
#mpprompt
Reposted by Ann Tigone
Reposted by Ann Tigone
Transparency Paradox
Secrets unredacted,
A grander falsehood made,
And truth is soon betrayed.
Poof, narrative hygiene,
When secrets are then shown,
They're swiftly overthrown.
#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyart #art #truth #secrets
Secrets unredacted,
A grander falsehood made,
And truth is soon betrayed.
Poof, narrative hygiene,
When secrets are then shown,
They're swiftly overthrown.
#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyart #art #truth #secrets
February 7, 2026 at 4:30 AM
Transparency Paradox
Secrets unredacted,
A grander falsehood made,
And truth is soon betrayed.
Poof, narrative hygiene,
When secrets are then shown,
They're swiftly overthrown.
#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyart #art #truth #secrets
Secrets unredacted,
A grander falsehood made,
And truth is soon betrayed.
Poof, narrative hygiene,
When secrets are then shown,
They're swiftly overthrown.
#poem #poemoftheday #poetry #poems #bluesky #blueskypoetry #blueskyart #art #truth #secrets
Reposted by Ann Tigone
February 10, 2026 at 5:42 AM
Reposted by Ann Tigone
#wss366 #align
I used to play D&D
Way back time machine
Lots of laughs at seventeen
At the Alice Springs Community Club
Every Saturday from noon into the night
Tabletop miniatures, tanks, and figurines
Stories made and told
Lots of laughter
We meet up once a year
When our role-playing stars align
I used to play D&D
Way back time machine
Lots of laughs at seventeen
At the Alice Springs Community Club
Every Saturday from noon into the night
Tabletop miniatures, tanks, and figurines
Stories made and told
Lots of laughter
We meet up once a year
When our role-playing stars align
February 10, 2026 at 1:24 PM
The question
repeated itself in my mind—
it said, time & again
you do the same old thing,
when will you learn?
& I replied,
stop dreaming?
Stop being a hopeless
romantic?
Never—
even when
I'm returned to stardust,
I'll spread my dreams
like fireworks
to light the universe.
#FromOneLine 405
repeated itself in my mind—
it said, time & again
you do the same old thing,
when will you learn?
& I replied,
stop dreaming?
Stop being a hopeless
romantic?
Never—
even when
I'm returned to stardust,
I'll spread my dreams
like fireworks
to light the universe.
#FromOneLine 405
February 10, 2026 at 1:21 PM
The question
repeated itself in my mind—
it said, time & again
you do the same old thing,
when will you learn?
& I replied,
stop dreaming?
Stop being a hopeless
romantic?
Never—
even when
I'm returned to stardust,
I'll spread my dreams
like fireworks
to light the universe.
#FromOneLine 405
repeated itself in my mind—
it said, time & again
you do the same old thing,
when will you learn?
& I replied,
stop dreaming?
Stop being a hopeless
romantic?
Never—
even when
I'm returned to stardust,
I'll spread my dreams
like fireworks
to light the universe.
#FromOneLine 405
When I see a sapling
reach toward the sun
it's to you
my thoughts turn
watching the waves
grasp for the shore
there in my mind
you appear
observing a bee
seek the ideal flower
I can't but ponder
how you are
& I wonder
when you see the breeze
press her lips
to the trees—
do you ever
think of me?
reach toward the sun
it's to you
my thoughts turn
watching the waves
grasp for the shore
there in my mind
you appear
observing a bee
seek the ideal flower
I can't but ponder
how you are
& I wonder
when you see the breeze
press her lips
to the trees—
do you ever
think of me?
February 10, 2026 at 12:56 PM
When I see a sapling
reach toward the sun
it's to you
my thoughts turn
watching the waves
grasp for the shore
there in my mind
you appear
observing a bee
seek the ideal flower
I can't but ponder
how you are
& I wonder
when you see the breeze
press her lips
to the trees—
do you ever
think of me?
reach toward the sun
it's to you
my thoughts turn
watching the waves
grasp for the shore
there in my mind
you appear
observing a bee
seek the ideal flower
I can't but ponder
how you are
& I wonder
when you see the breeze
press her lips
to the trees—
do you ever
think of me?
Reposted by Ann Tigone
Sunlight banned shadows
Now they hide in dark corners
And conspire with night.
#haikufeels #ban #senryu #haiku
Now they hide in dark corners
And conspire with night.
#haikufeels #ban #senryu #haiku
February 10, 2026 at 12:30 PM
Sunlight banned shadows
Now they hide in dark corners
And conspire with night.
#haikufeels #ban #senryu #haiku
Now they hide in dark corners
And conspire with night.
#haikufeels #ban #senryu #haiku
The tenor of my heart
wavered, an offbeat key,
when you thundered in
in your quiet way,
gently seismic
your instincts knew
it wasn't raucousness
would make me swoon,
my ear more attuned
to subtle cues—
your quirky mind,
your witty ways
created the quake
that subtly shook me
off my feet.
#inkmine
wavered, an offbeat key,
when you thundered in
in your quiet way,
gently seismic
your instincts knew
it wasn't raucousness
would make me swoon,
my ear more attuned
to subtle cues—
your quirky mind,
your witty ways
created the quake
that subtly shook me
off my feet.
#inkmine
February 10, 2026 at 12:23 PM
The tenor of my heart
wavered, an offbeat key,
when you thundered in
in your quiet way,
gently seismic
your instincts knew
it wasn't raucousness
would make me swoon,
my ear more attuned
to subtle cues—
your quirky mind,
your witty ways
created the quake
that subtly shook me
off my feet.
#inkmine
wavered, an offbeat key,
when you thundered in
in your quiet way,
gently seismic
your instincts knew
it wasn't raucousness
would make me swoon,
my ear more attuned
to subtle cues—
your quirky mind,
your witty ways
created the quake
that subtly shook me
off my feet.
#inkmine
Reposted by Ann Tigone
Such a dazzling glare
To look into someone's soul
See the beauty there.
#haikufeels #glare #senryu #haiku
To look into someone's soul
See the beauty there.
#haikufeels #glare #senryu #haiku
February 10, 2026 at 11:39 AM
Such a dazzling glare
To look into someone's soul
See the beauty there.
#haikufeels #glare #senryu #haiku
To look into someone's soul
See the beauty there.
#haikufeels #glare #senryu #haiku
Reposted by Ann Tigone
February 9, 2026 at 11:38 PM
And there it is,
the ache of defeat—
to take a stand
or throw in the towel?
Or maybe choose
the unpopular opinion—
run straight at the squall,
dressed in the plumage
of defeat, delighting in
its accoutrements
I'll make a jester of it
'til the storm passes
and hope returns.
the ache of defeat—
to take a stand
or throw in the towel?
Or maybe choose
the unpopular opinion—
run straight at the squall,
dressed in the plumage
of defeat, delighting in
its accoutrements
I'll make a jester of it
'til the storm passes
and hope returns.
February 10, 2026 at 10:27 AM
And there it is,
the ache of defeat—
to take a stand
or throw in the towel?
Or maybe choose
the unpopular opinion—
run straight at the squall,
dressed in the plumage
of defeat, delighting in
its accoutrements
I'll make a jester of it
'til the storm passes
and hope returns.
the ache of defeat—
to take a stand
or throw in the towel?
Or maybe choose
the unpopular opinion—
run straight at the squall,
dressed in the plumage
of defeat, delighting in
its accoutrements
I'll make a jester of it
'til the storm passes
and hope returns.