Just a Silvia
@theladysilvia.bsky.social
Queen of the Ward
Unpoet, dream reporter.
"Good and evil match perfect, it's a great romance"
Elliott Smith
Unpoet, dream reporter.
"Good and evil match perfect, it's a great romance"
Elliott Smith
Biteback
my master left me talents
and went to town
i squandered them
on charm and colour
when he comes home,
he will find mauled mirrors
and mascara melted
into the pillows
my master left me talents
and went to town
i squandered them
on charm and colour
when he comes home,
he will find mauled mirrors
and mascara melted
into the pillows
November 27, 2025 at 9:48 AM
Biteback
my master left me talents
and went to town
i squandered them
on charm and colour
when he comes home,
he will find mauled mirrors
and mascara melted
into the pillows
my master left me talents
and went to town
i squandered them
on charm and colour
when he comes home,
he will find mauled mirrors
and mascara melted
into the pillows
Chance
three cards remain
silence, sadness, solitude
i play against
an impassive dealer
a bluff already lost
symbols vanish
face cards quiver
lucky in love
they say
but you don’t play
or is it
the other way
so i wait
half believing
still at the table
shuffle slow and heaving
three cards remain
silence, sadness, solitude
i play against
an impassive dealer
a bluff already lost
symbols vanish
face cards quiver
lucky in love
they say
but you don’t play
or is it
the other way
so i wait
half believing
still at the table
shuffle slow and heaving
November 27, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Chance
three cards remain
silence, sadness, solitude
i play against
an impassive dealer
a bluff already lost
symbols vanish
face cards quiver
lucky in love
they say
but you don’t play
or is it
the other way
so i wait
half believing
still at the table
shuffle slow and heaving
three cards remain
silence, sadness, solitude
i play against
an impassive dealer
a bluff already lost
symbols vanish
face cards quiver
lucky in love
they say
but you don’t play
or is it
the other way
so i wait
half believing
still at the table
shuffle slow and heaving
#WildWalkPrompt #orchid
Suspicion stirs,
orchids, alien blooms,
mirrored faces.
Feeding from air,
intoxicating scent,
painted lips exhaling
humidity,
earth,
death.
Suspicion stirs,
orchids, alien blooms,
mirrored faces.
Feeding from air,
intoxicating scent,
painted lips exhaling
humidity,
earth,
death.
November 26, 2025 at 5:34 PM
#WildWalkPrompt #orchid
Suspicion stirs,
orchids, alien blooms,
mirrored faces.
Feeding from air,
intoxicating scent,
painted lips exhaling
humidity,
earth,
death.
Suspicion stirs,
orchids, alien blooms,
mirrored faces.
Feeding from air,
intoxicating scent,
painted lips exhaling
humidity,
earth,
death.
Nocturne
Scattered stars promise,
toward night the sky will open,
but not the heart.
You carried clouds inside,
and every night
is moonless.
Scattered stars promise,
toward night the sky will open,
but not the heart.
You carried clouds inside,
and every night
is moonless.
November 26, 2025 at 5:02 PM
Nocturne
Scattered stars promise,
toward night the sky will open,
but not the heart.
You carried clouds inside,
and every night
is moonless.
Scattered stars promise,
toward night the sky will open,
but not the heart.
You carried clouds inside,
and every night
is moonless.
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Nightingale's song was
Visible in tiny plumes
Of breath in the frost.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Nightingale/Frost #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
Visible in tiny plumes
Of breath in the frost.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Nightingale/Frost #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
November 26, 2025 at 8:11 AM
Nightingale's song was
Visible in tiny plumes
Of breath in the frost.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Nightingale/Frost #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
Visible in tiny plumes
Of breath in the frost.
#DailyHaikuPrompt #Nightingale/Frost #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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November 26, 2025 at 9:50 AM
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Winter's icy hand
Dispersing glimmering frost
Cold touch of beauty.
#BSPP47 #GlimmeringFrost
#haiku #senryu
Dispersing glimmering frost
Cold touch of beauty.
#BSPP47 #GlimmeringFrost
#haiku #senryu
November 26, 2025 at 11:11 AM
Winter's icy hand
Dispersing glimmering frost
Cold touch of beauty.
#BSPP47 #GlimmeringFrost
#haiku #senryu
Dispersing glimmering frost
Cold touch of beauty.
#BSPP47 #GlimmeringFrost
#haiku #senryu
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#promptcombo #OnRoofs #poem #tricube #minster #york
@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
The Minster
the finery
carved old stone
The ceiling
Woven gold
and plaster
Historic
Cathedral
House of York
@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
The Minster
the finery
carved old stone
The ceiling
Woven gold
and plaster
Historic
Cathedral
House of York
November 26, 2025 at 8:18 AM
#promptcombo #OnRoofs #poem #tricube #minster #york
@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
The Minster
the finery
carved old stone
The ceiling
Woven gold
and plaster
Historic
Cathedral
House of York
@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.social
The Minster
the finery
carved old stone
The ceiling
Woven gold
and plaster
Historic
Cathedral
House of York
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This is nspired by the guitar in Son of Sam by Elliott Smith... a place I sometimes live
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November 26, 2025 at 10:38 AM
This is nspired by the guitar in Son of Sam by Elliott Smith... a place I sometimes live
youtu.be/afeAUndotas?...
youtu.be/afeAUndotas?...
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Icy mist rising,
Sunrise on the glimmering
Frost, steaming boilers.
#BSPP47 #GlimmeringFrost #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
Sunrise on the glimmering
Frost, steaming boilers.
#BSPP47 #GlimmeringFrost #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
November 26, 2025 at 8:18 AM
Icy mist rising,
Sunrise on the glimmering
Frost, steaming boilers.
#BSPP47 #GlimmeringFrost #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
Sunrise on the glimmering
Frost, steaming boilers.
#BSPP47 #GlimmeringFrost #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@blueskypoetry.bsky.social
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She padded through the snow
prints crunching nearing clearing
beside a steady stream
Snow floated from dense clouds
falling as feathers in Hollywood clumps
dissolving into translucency
She treated them as wishes
as thoughts to part with in her sleep
then drifted into hibernation
#poetry
prints crunching nearing clearing
beside a steady stream
Snow floated from dense clouds
falling as feathers in Hollywood clumps
dissolving into translucency
She treated them as wishes
as thoughts to part with in her sleep
then drifted into hibernation
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 2:25 AM
She padded through the snow
prints crunching nearing clearing
beside a steady stream
Snow floated from dense clouds
falling as feathers in Hollywood clumps
dissolving into translucency
She treated them as wishes
as thoughts to part with in her sleep
then drifted into hibernation
#poetry
prints crunching nearing clearing
beside a steady stream
Snow floated from dense clouds
falling as feathers in Hollywood clumps
dissolving into translucency
She treated them as wishes
as thoughts to part with in her sleep
then drifted into hibernation
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 7:58 AM
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I dislike to visit
that house
where fear lives—
its walls constrict
like lungs closing in
the air, beating fast
as anxious heart
a door, worried shut
like a twist in my gut
& those drapes
pulled tight
make me jittery
inside
the thing I fear more
than fear itself
is that house
where it dwells
that house
where fear lives—
its walls constrict
like lungs closing in
the air, beating fast
as anxious heart
a door, worried shut
like a twist in my gut
& those drapes
pulled tight
make me jittery
inside
the thing I fear more
than fear itself
is that house
where it dwells
Today’s #poetryprompt:
Picture an emotion as though it were a person. Now write me a poem about the house that emotion lives in. What is it like? Where is it?
#MPPrompt
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Picture an emotion as though it were a person. Now write me a poem about the house that emotion lives in. What is it like? Where is it?
#MPPrompt
I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts
November 25, 2025 at 4:18 PM
I dislike to visit
that house
where fear lives—
its walls constrict
like lungs closing in
the air, beating fast
as anxious heart
a door, worried shut
like a twist in my gut
& those drapes
pulled tight
make me jittery
inside
the thing I fear more
than fear itself
is that house
where it dwells
that house
where fear lives—
its walls constrict
like lungs closing in
the air, beating fast
as anxious heart
a door, worried shut
like a twist in my gut
& those drapes
pulled tight
make me jittery
inside
the thing I fear more
than fear itself
is that house
where it dwells
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last leaves blown away
to dance a merry rainbow
on this darkest sky
#dailyhaikuprompt
#haiku
#poetry
#autumn
to dance a merry rainbow
on this darkest sky
#dailyhaikuprompt
#haiku
#poetry
#autumn
November 25, 2025 at 4:39 PM
last leaves blown away
to dance a merry rainbow
on this darkest sky
#dailyhaikuprompt
#haiku
#poetry
#autumn
to dance a merry rainbow
on this darkest sky
#dailyhaikuprompt
#haiku
#poetry
#autumn
Nocturne
The sky is an opal,
tender with colours,
a tide of petals within.
Birds linger
beyond the sunset,
distant hills blush.
Tonight,
the bond of cold and dark
is broken.
The sky is an opal,
tender with colours,
a tide of petals within.
Birds linger
beyond the sunset,
distant hills blush.
Tonight,
the bond of cold and dark
is broken.
November 25, 2025 at 4:25 PM
Nocturne
The sky is an opal,
tender with colours,
a tide of petals within.
Birds linger
beyond the sunset,
distant hills blush.
Tonight,
the bond of cold and dark
is broken.
The sky is an opal,
tender with colours,
a tide of petals within.
Birds linger
beyond the sunset,
distant hills blush.
Tonight,
the bond of cold and dark
is broken.
#ashes #WildWalkPrompt
Rite in Ruin
I gather ashes
from the bonfire,
dust of what burned,
to write your name
on damp skin at night.
Each letter glows,
a secret in smoke,
a charm that quivers,
then slips to shadow,
shattering slowly,
flake by flake.
Rite in Ruin
I gather ashes
from the bonfire,
dust of what burned,
to write your name
on damp skin at night.
Each letter glows,
a secret in smoke,
a charm that quivers,
then slips to shadow,
shattering slowly,
flake by flake.
November 25, 2025 at 3:49 PM
#ashes #WildWalkPrompt
Rite in Ruin
I gather ashes
from the bonfire,
dust of what burned,
to write your name
on damp skin at night.
Each letter glows,
a secret in smoke,
a charm that quivers,
then slips to shadow,
shattering slowly,
flake by flake.
Rite in Ruin
I gather ashes
from the bonfire,
dust of what burned,
to write your name
on damp skin at night.
Each letter glows,
a secret in smoke,
a charm that quivers,
then slips to shadow,
shattering slowly,
flake by flake.
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Fjell, vill natur, snø og isbre – Jotunheimen på sitt råeste.
50632475
#Nature #Jotunheimen #Norway #lassetur
50632475
#Nature #Jotunheimen #Norway #lassetur
November 25, 2025 at 10:19 AM
Fjell, vill natur, snø og isbre – Jotunheimen på sitt råeste.
50632475
#Nature #Jotunheimen #Norway #lassetur
50632475
#Nature #Jotunheimen #Norway #lassetur
Daisy
under the leg of a bench
rigid with cold, with iron,
an unexpected daisy
to play life with
to believe is naive,
to refuse is cynic,
either way
a wasted flower,
another rainy day
under the leg of a bench
rigid with cold, with iron,
an unexpected daisy
to play life with
to believe is naive,
to refuse is cynic,
either way
a wasted flower,
another rainy day
November 25, 2025 at 8:29 AM
Daisy
under the leg of a bench
rigid with cold, with iron,
an unexpected daisy
to play life with
to believe is naive,
to refuse is cynic,
either way
a wasted flower,
another rainy day
under the leg of a bench
rigid with cold, with iron,
an unexpected daisy
to play life with
to believe is naive,
to refuse is cynic,
either way
a wasted flower,
another rainy day