Daisy G.
@daisygatsby1.bsky.social
“The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.” —The Great Gatsby
Whispers of writing to soothe the din of Life
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Whispers of writing to soothe the din of Life
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Daisy G.
@daisygatsby1.bsky.social
· Feb 14
The Sojourner
She walks with bells
To let others know
Not that she comes,
But that she goes.
She walks with a picture
Of the one she forsook,
Not that she found
But that she took.
She walks with a look
To let it be read,
Not that she’s a thief
But that he’s Sacred.
#HappyValentinesDay
She walks with bells
To let others know
Not that she comes,
But that she goes.
She walks with a picture
Of the one she forsook,
Not that she found
But that she took.
She walks with a look
To let it be read,
Not that she’s a thief
But that he’s Sacred.
#HappyValentinesDay
He had married her for her beauty and soft soul. He admired her green thumb and gentle way with animals. What he hadn’t expected was for her love to #brine his rough nature. His buddies would hate to see him baby-talk their pets, but she had changed him not to care about such judgments. #vss365
May 29, 2025 at 12:02 PM
It was the perfect set up. Born a woman in an affluent nation, Gerri figured out early that females did indeed have the upper hand in power plays. Often underestimated, no one ever saw her as a #predator in her sundresses, long hair, big eyelashes and soft voice. They never saw her coming. #vss365
May 26, 2025 at 2:12 PM
She could always tell the #selkie posing in its human form from the regular humans. It had serious knee problems and loved seafood. So when she visited her grandparents who lived by the sea, she always brought their favorite dish—sardine pizza—and gave them knee massages after dinner. #vss365
May 22, 2025 at 1:16 PM
Reposted by Daisy G.
My chest swells
with unspoken fire,
A storm of words
tangled in silence.
I walk through crowds,
breathless,
Craving to shout
what burns inside me.
This #passion,
fierce and restless,
Surges through my veins
like thunder.
I ache to tell the world.
But somehow,
only my eyes confess.
#vss365 #poetry
with unspoken fire,
A storm of words
tangled in silence.
I walk through crowds,
breathless,
Craving to shout
what burns inside me.
This #passion,
fierce and restless,
Surges through my veins
like thunder.
I ache to tell the world.
But somehow,
only my eyes confess.
#vss365 #poetry
March 23, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Heartbreak could destroy you if you let it, he thought. He didn’t see her coming because he’d been licking his wounds of yesteryear. Walking towards him was the most beautiful woman he’d seen since moving to the city. Her vibe screamed #passion, but his heart was set on safety. Who’d win? #vss365
March 23, 2025 at 7:57 PM
March 5, 2025 at 12:35 PM
Reposted by Daisy G.
#vss365
You wrote from a place of utter beauty
yet of intended remoteness & quiet
I listened with reverence
the songs of loneliness;
your struggle hours;
the road to follow ~acceptance or peace
I wanted to ease your
deep #reservoir of melancholy
erase all doubts & pain
And ultimately to love you
You wrote from a place of utter beauty
yet of intended remoteness & quiet
I listened with reverence
the songs of loneliness;
your struggle hours;
the road to follow ~acceptance or peace
I wanted to ease your
deep #reservoir of melancholy
erase all doubts & pain
And ultimately to love you
February 19, 2025 at 9:03 AM
#vss365
You wrote from a place of utter beauty
yet of intended remoteness & quiet
I listened with reverence
the songs of loneliness;
your struggle hours;
the road to follow ~acceptance or peace
I wanted to ease your
deep #reservoir of melancholy
erase all doubts & pain
And ultimately to love you
You wrote from a place of utter beauty
yet of intended remoteness & quiet
I listened with reverence
the songs of loneliness;
your struggle hours;
the road to follow ~acceptance or peace
I wanted to ease your
deep #reservoir of melancholy
erase all doubts & pain
And ultimately to love you
In my closet, hidden under the new stuff, there’s a shoebox of pictures, letters, mementos of our time together. A universe of Love is in that box. It’s labeled “My Oasis.” It is my #reservoir of beautiful emotions, dipped into on occasions when life becomes a desert. It reminds me to live. #vss365
February 19, 2025 at 1:10 PM
In my closet, hidden under the new stuff, there’s a shoebox of pictures, letters, mementos of our time together. A universe of Love is in that box. It’s labeled “My Oasis.” It is my #reservoir of beautiful emotions, dipped into on occasions when life becomes a desert. It reminds me to live. #vss365
The #onslaught of regret caught up with him. He had sabotaged their relationship because he didn’t want to marry. He sunk into hermitting until his grandmother yanked him out one day.
“My dear, you can’t have regrets until you’ve grown from an experience. You’ll do better next time.” #vss365
“My dear, you can’t have regrets until you’ve grown from an experience. You’ll do better next time.” #vss365
February 18, 2025 at 2:01 PM
The #onslaught of regret caught up with him. He had sabotaged their relationship because he didn’t want to marry. He sunk into hermitting until his grandmother yanked him out one day.
“My dear, you can’t have regrets until you’ve grown from an experience. You’ll do better next time.” #vss365
“My dear, you can’t have regrets until you’ve grown from an experience. You’ll do better next time.” #vss365
Her tears didn’t fall or run, he observed. They cascaded over beautiful cheekbones and golden freckles. ‘Oh to be a freckle doused in such a rare but pure waterfall,’ he thought as he touched her face. He felt his heart pulled onto the path of nature’s most delicate #slipstream of emotion. #vss365
February 16, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Her tears didn’t fall or run, he observed. They cascaded over beautiful cheekbones and golden freckles. ‘Oh to be a freckle doused in such a rare but pure waterfall,’ he thought as he touched her face. He felt his heart pulled onto the path of nature’s most delicate #slipstream of emotion. #vss365
Reposted by Daisy G.
#Bloodline, breeding & birthright
Whatever that may mean
The import of the family tree
Lineage & gene
But branches break
& Roots disease
The family tree may fall
What matters most
is heart and mind
That keeps us standing tall
#Vss365 #Poem #Poetry
Whatever that may mean
The import of the family tree
Lineage & gene
But branches break
& Roots disease
The family tree may fall
What matters most
is heart and mind
That keeps us standing tall
#Vss365 #Poem #Poetry
February 15, 2025 at 12:26 PM
#Bloodline, breeding & birthright
Whatever that may mean
The import of the family tree
Lineage & gene
But branches break
& Roots disease
The family tree may fall
What matters most
is heart and mind
That keeps us standing tall
#Vss365 #Poem #Poetry
Whatever that may mean
The import of the family tree
Lineage & gene
But branches break
& Roots disease
The family tree may fall
What matters most
is heart and mind
That keeps us standing tall
#Vss365 #Poem #Poetry
In the olden days of wild mushroom roulette, his ancestors helped pave the way for detecting the deadly ones from the tasty ones and the fun ones. When his date asked if he’d take her mushroom hunting, he declined. Years of #bloodline sacrifices wasn’t to be reduced to a “fun day” activity. #vss365
February 15, 2025 at 3:43 PM
In the olden days of wild mushroom roulette, his ancestors helped pave the way for detecting the deadly ones from the tasty ones and the fun ones. When his date asked if he’d take her mushroom hunting, he declined. Years of #bloodline sacrifices wasn’t to be reduced to a “fun day” activity. #vss365
The Sojourner
She walks with bells
To let others know
Not that she comes,
But that she goes.
She walks with a picture
Of the one she forsook,
Not that she found
But that she took.
She walks with a look
To let it be read,
Not that she’s a thief
But that he’s Sacred.
#HappyValentinesDay
She walks with bells
To let others know
Not that she comes,
But that she goes.
She walks with a picture
Of the one she forsook,
Not that she found
But that she took.
She walks with a look
To let it be read,
Not that she’s a thief
But that he’s Sacred.
#HappyValentinesDay
February 14, 2025 at 7:31 PM
The Sojourner
She walks with bells
To let others know
Not that she comes,
But that she goes.
She walks with a picture
Of the one she forsook,
Not that she found
But that she took.
She walks with a look
To let it be read,
Not that she’s a thief
But that he’s Sacred.
#HappyValentinesDay
She walks with bells
To let others know
Not that she comes,
But that she goes.
She walks with a picture
Of the one she forsook,
Not that she found
But that she took.
She walks with a look
To let it be read,
Not that she’s a thief
But that he’s Sacred.
#HappyValentinesDay
The dough was #complex. Let rise. Rest. Let rise. Rest. Add lots of butter. Fold. Roll out. Fold. Roll out. Fold. Roll out. Fold. Roll out. Cut. Bake. It was a laborious process for a simple look. Yet, that first crunch set against a Parisian sky on a balcony could fulfill a life in seconds. #vss365
February 14, 2025 at 12:30 PM
The dough was #complex. Let rise. Rest. Let rise. Rest. Add lots of butter. Fold. Roll out. Fold. Roll out. Fold. Roll out. Fold. Roll out. Cut. Bake. It was a laborious process for a simple look. Yet, that first crunch set against a Parisian sky on a balcony could fulfill a life in seconds. #vss365
“Come, come, all you wannabes of portmanteaus. Those of you that can’t stand alone, don’t want to be singled out or are…shall we say it…co-dependent! This is your #safehaven. Rest your weary duo selves here ‘til Webster makes you official or Urban dictionary decides you are, ugh!, slang.” #vss365
February 13, 2025 at 11:36 AM
“Come, come, all you wannabes of portmanteaus. Those of you that can’t stand alone, don’t want to be singled out or are…shall we say it…co-dependent! This is your #safehaven. Rest your weary duo selves here ‘til Webster makes you official or Urban dictionary decides you are, ugh!, slang.” #vss365
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I am the ashes
Of what’s left
Rest collapsed
Best of you kept
I am the flicker
#Chasing to incite
#Cyclonic friction
#Mercury ignites
I am the rising
Your Phoenix within
#Liberation flying
Soaring skies with a sentient pen
Dare To Feel~If Not Now~When?
#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry
#Poem #Writing
Of what’s left
Rest collapsed
Best of you kept
I am the flicker
#Chasing to incite
#Cyclonic friction
#Mercury ignites
I am the rising
Your Phoenix within
#Liberation flying
Soaring skies with a sentient pen
Dare To Feel~If Not Now~When?
#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry
#Poem #Writing
a close up of a person standing in a fire with a black background .
Alt: a close up of a person standing in a fire with a black background ~a phoenix rising
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February 12, 2025 at 11:00 AM
I am the ashes
Of what’s left
Rest collapsed
Best of you kept
I am the flicker
#Chasing to incite
#Cyclonic friction
#Mercury ignites
I am the rising
Your Phoenix within
#Liberation flying
Soaring skies with a sentient pen
Dare To Feel~If Not Now~When?
#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry
#Poem #Writing
Of what’s left
Rest collapsed
Best of you kept
I am the flicker
#Chasing to incite
#Cyclonic friction
#Mercury ignites
I am the rising
Your Phoenix within
#Liberation flying
Soaring skies with a sentient pen
Dare To Feel~If Not Now~When?
#BraveWrite #vss365 #Poetry
#Poem #Writing
She made #Mercury, the Roman god of messages, look like a slacker. Information was her energy drink. Whether it was factual or not didn’t matter, the dissemination was the goal. So when she suddenly fell ill and couldn’t talk, she learned sign language. Hands flew for days. #vss365
February 12, 2025 at 12:40 PM
You cannot appreciate Unity until you embattle division. You cannot appreciate #Liberation until you embattle oppression. #vss365
February 10, 2025 at 12:17 PM
You cannot appreciate Unity until you embattle division. You cannot appreciate #Liberation until you embattle oppression. #vss365