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Elvis Dylan
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I try to see things in a different way.
#vss365 #dark

Give yourself to the dark side.
February 12, 2026 at 8:10 AM
#vss365

When walking in the #dark, the ground feels different underfoot - and each step is a question.
February 12, 2026 at 7:50 AM
Elsa Beskow (Swedish, 1874-1953)
Februari [from Årets saga], circa 1927
Watercolor and gouache on paper
28.5 x 23 cm.

Elsa Beskow (née Maartman; 11 February 1874-30 June 1953) was a famous Swedish author and illustrator of children's books.

#art #painting #artist #BlueSkyArt
February 12, 2026 at 7:06 AM
#vss365 #haiku

2 a.m., #dark walks
barefoot through the house
disabling mirrors
February 12, 2026 at 6:59 AM
#vss365

As you approached, the air trembled with our nearness. You #touched my face and galaxies exploded within me.
February 11, 2026 at 9:33 PM
#vss365 #touch #moments

the moment before touch
is a suspended state of being
in which the world waits
to be known, to be real
February 11, 2026 at 2:35 PM
#vss365

#touch is the moment our world
crosses the threshold beyond Self

leaving within us a trace that
cannot be seen, but can always be
remembered, felt

proving that we are, and have always
been, in contact with everything and
everyone we have touched
February 11, 2026 at 12:11 PM
#vss365 #touch

I feel touch in absence, the hand
once held, the lips once kissed
and so much more.
February 11, 2026 at 8:40 AM
#vss365 #touch

Touch is the first language, our
hardwired, universal language.
February 11, 2026 at 8:34 AM
#vss365 #touch

touch is a tiny awakening
February 11, 2026 at 8:29 AM
#vss365 #touch

I once believed touch belonged only to hands, but it moves deeper, through every surface of the self that feels the nearness of another.
February 11, 2026 at 8:19 AM
#vss365 #ManOfLaMancha
#Lyrics

He #aches for justice
This is his quest to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for the right without question or pause
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause
February 11, 2026 at 1:23 AM
#vss365 #DeepThoughts

Can a “pain in the ass“ be considered an #ache?
February 10, 2026 at 9:56 PM
#vss365

in a poem, #ache is a word that
gets the spotlight, is showered with
roses and applause

while duller words carry the weight
February 10, 2026 at 9:45 PM
#PhenomenologicalMicroPoetry
#vss365 #MicroPoetry

In its insistence and persistence,
an #ache becomes an axis, a point
around which our interior world is
re-organized.
February 10, 2026 at 9:28 PM
#TheWanderingAphorist
#vss365

We #ache. If not with one thing,
another. Always.
February 10, 2026 at 4:24 PM
#PhenomenologicalMicroPoetry
#vss365 #MicroPoetry

#ache dominates the perceptual field, leaving everything else peripheral
February 10, 2026 at 3:30 PM
#vss365 #Moments

A woman with a lampshade crown plays the violin on a street corner.

She she pauses and says, “Each string remembers the #ache of unrequited love.”

A plumber, with a tear in his eye, and an exposed butt crack, begins to tighten invisible pipes.
February 10, 2026 at 11:34 AM
#PhenomenologicalMicroPoetry
#vss365 #MicroPoetry

#ache is curved

there is a rising and a falling

an intensity that is greater
and then lesser
February 10, 2026 at 9:41 AM
#PhenomenologicalMicroPoetry
#vss365 #MicroPoetry

an #ache is an insistence, a focusing of attention, a holding of breath, a wish for softening
February 10, 2026 at 9:18 AM
#vss365 #Photography

bare #bones of trees
reaching for February’s
frozen sky
February 9, 2026 at 6:45 PM
#vss365

#bones stir and awaken
inside the soil

night leans in to listen

something ancient opens
its lidless eyes
February 9, 2026 at 4:02 PM
#vss365

on my evening walk, I made
a #bone -headed mistake:

I let my red balloon slip
from my fingers

🎈

:-/

early this morning, looking out
the window, I see it pop as it
reaches a twinkly star

I hate when that happens!

#MyFavoritePoeticElements
February 9, 2026 at 11:51 AM
#vss365

On a planet ruled by skeletons,
smart #bones remember the A.I. apocalypse.
February 9, 2026 at 11:37 AM
#vss365

A dame gave me a tip that
an echo with #bones walked
the alley behind the jazz club.

I followed it, thinking I’d find
something solid where sound
used to be.

Instead I found a lame “poem”
and a graphic that had something
to do with pulp detective fiction.
February 9, 2026 at 7:13 AM