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Dave Garbutt
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Poet, birder, house husband, father, photographer; programmer, IT consultant, zoologist. London, Reading, Basel, Southampton, Carbondale, Morogoro.
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I hope Tommy Robinson converts to Islam. It would be quite the plot twist.
November 14, 2025 at 4:59 PM
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charlieulyatt.bsky.social
in the blow
journey
of leaves

across
the sky
November 14, 2025 at 3:23 PM
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#poemsabout #desire @brokenspinejournal.bsky.social @alanparrywriter.co.uk

#poetry #poem #blueskypoets #amwriting
I bend reality towards that which I desire–that gravity– Consider: my hand seeking your skin, our protons charging the air, bodies buzzing in the ripple and sway of space. Here on this endless plane, we pulse infinitely through the void: dazzling quanta of energy ever leaping to connect.
November 14, 2025 at 2:51 PM
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guentheralex.bsky.social
haven't been posting them but i've still been writing a petrarchan sonnet every morning. here's today's, from an ekphrastic sequence on hiroshige prints. thanks for reading!
12. suruga. miho no matsubara. her apparition’s immanence, the fact that everyone here claims it happened, lends the sandy grove - the way that branch’s bends are almost like an outstretched arm, that cracked and twisted trunk a torquing torso wracked by centuries of seawind’s buffets - blends the sensible and what’s beyond, appends invisible significance, impact of absent presences. here’s where she stood, or here, or here; here’s where her cloak was found, or wasn’t, with the mountain’s silent rise beyond it all. the mountain and the wood are places where the powers of the ground and air are evident - to others’ eyes. pilot dip fountain pen and this sonnet in a stalogy b6 woodcut print - a pine grove on the beach with fuji in the background. setting of a myth about a magical being slash swan lady who lost her feathered cloak here
November 13, 2025 at 11:20 PM
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anntigone.bsky.social
We #stall time—
pressing pause
on the #unbearable
weight of reality,
setting sail on fantasy
like it's a magic #carpet,
a #rich tapestry
of imagery made
of all the things
we'd wished
life to be

we'll #alight
when we're ready
to face the day
but for now

we fly.

#Emoetry #WildWalkPrompt
#whistpr
November 14, 2025 at 7:18 AM
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rburrows.bsky.social
More snails I’m afraid! #PoemsAbout #Desire @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk Happy Friday!
#parasite #poetry
November 14, 2025 at 6:35 AM
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sueimnw.bsky.social
For this week's #PoemsAbout #Desire with thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and all those participating.
November 14, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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gilbertwhite.bsky.social
1776: Spitting rain, grey, spitting, starry. One of the first trees that becomes naked is the wallnut: the mulberry, & the ash especially if it bears many keys, and the Horse-chestnut come next. All lopped trees, while their heads are young, carry their leaves a long while. Apple trees & peaches...
November 14, 2025 at 7:00 AM
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
We’re closer than ever, but not there yet. Every workshop fee, every submission, and every donation has pushed us forward. If you can spare anything, this is the time to act. Help us reach £5,000. 🔗
A Poetry Award That Puts Poets First – And You Can Make It Happen - The Broken Spine
Poets deserve more than empty prestige. They deserve real recognition, real opportunities, and real support. That is why I am launching The Broken Spine
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November 14, 2025 at 7:44 AM
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sophiecarr.bsky.social
Sunrise behind an iceberg on Fellsfjara beach last week.

#Iceland
An iceberg with beautiful scalloped patterns on its surface sits on a black sand beach. A wave recedes around it back to the sea. Behind is the sun rising, reflecting orange on the beach. The sky is grey and peachy.
November 13, 2025 at 10:54 PM
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natematias.bsky.social
If I use generative AI for more things, will it help offset the time I now lose every day to proving I'm human on websites?
November 13, 2025 at 11:00 PM
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damonyoung.com.au
Nothing* human is foreign to me.

*except doing the reading
maxread.info Max Read @maxread.info · 1d
genuinely very few things more satisfying than reading the kinds of emails rich and famous people send each other
November 13, 2025 at 10:58 PM
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
Last week burned bright. This week: #Desire — ache, hunger, want, undoing. What pulls you toward the flame? New theme begins Friday. Don’t post early. Use Alt Text. Tag #PoemsAbout to be found. For Saturday prompts: shorturl.at/0Xm7A
A halved papaya lies open on a dark, wet surface. Its glistening red interior, filled with pomegranate seeds and dripping juice, carries a sensual, sexually suggestive tone. Scattered berries surround it. The Broken Spine logo, shaped like a black fountain pen nib, appears top left. "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" is written top right in white. At the bottom right, bold white text reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #DESIRE".
November 9, 2025 at 7:44 PM
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Good morning, my #lifttothesky this week is @dnwritespoetry.bsky.social. She is a wonderful part of the #poemsabout community, gives fantastic feedback to everyone every week, and is a brilliant poet to boot. All the warmest of hugs 🤗

#poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #poets #writers #skypoet
November 10, 2025 at 9:51 AM
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Here's my offering for #PoemsAbout #LockedDoors from brokenspinearts.bsky.social

Thanks to EIC alanparry83.bsky.social

Photo by Muath Alsaeed on Unsplash

#vsspoem #poet #poetrycommunity
November 11, 2025 at 2:19 PM
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thebrokenspine.co.uk
Tomorrow: #PoemsAbout #Desire. Not romance—risk. What can’t you name without trembling? Don’t post before Friday. Tag your post. Use Alt Text. Sign up for Saturday inbox prompts: shorturl.at/0Xm7A
A halved papaya lies open on a dark, wet surface. Its glistening red interior, filled with pomegranate seeds and dripping juice, carries a sensual, sexually suggestive tone. Scattered berries surround it. The Broken Spine logo, shaped like a black fountain pen nib, appears top left. "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" is written top right in white. At the bottom right, bold white text reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #DESIRE".
November 13, 2025 at 11:34 AM
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thebirderbob.bsky.social
Big and small. A pair of Buffleheads swim past a Mute Swan. #birds #birding #HamOnt
Calm blue water, with a mute swan in profile view, swimming to the left, while a pair of tiny buffleheads are swimming to the right, in front of the swan
November 13, 2025 at 1:26 PM
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I’m an old man and I find the thought of spending hours in a room alone with Trump repulsive.

The thought of a girl forced to so is truly hideous
November 12, 2025 at 8:01 PM
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haikutsunami.bsky.social
at the masquerade
all the guests pretend to be
just like you and me

#DailyHaikuPrompt
#Haiku #senryu #tanka
November 12, 2025 at 8:06 PM
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‘They call her Winter’

My chilling interpretation of the coldest season of them all…

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

#poetry #blueskypoets #poetsofbluesky #skypoets #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #winter
November 12, 2025 at 10:39 AM
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Are Solar Flares linked to Modern Global Warming?
Nope. Modern climate change is almost entirely caused by human activities.
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November 12, 2025 at 8:12 PM
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Giving a lecture on the drafts of The Waste Land tomorrow and all the strange and haunting lines that Eliot and Pound decided to cut
What's your favourite 'lost' line from The Waste Land? Phantasmal gnomes, burrowing in brick and stone and steel! Carrying/Away the little light dead people Something which we knew must be a dawn -A different darkness flowed above the clouds I should like to be in a crowd of beaks without words But it is terrible to be alone with another person My God man there's bears on it
November 12, 2025 at 8:08 PM
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joypops.bsky.social
sunlit fence~
each nail head
a tiny sun

#haiku
November 10, 2025 at 7:14 AM
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Hi @hool415.bsky.social Ju, here is my second response to your inviting #promptcombo #workinglove. It is from my collection "Please Take Change":
THIS MOP AND BUCKET are poetry to me. My pen is a mop I stick in a bucket of disinfectant floor cleaner pull out mop sodden with words and splash them backwards and forwards slop lines one after the other Until the floor fair shines, My mop is dry, needs another dip. I squeeze out the gunk back into the bucket. More the floor shines, dirtier the bucketful gets. A good poem is a clean floor
November 11, 2025 at 9:20 AM
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skwinnicki.bsky.social
I’m typically fairly responsible.

Until the data suggest high aurora potential. Then I drop everything and go, forgetting mittens and to lock my house and eat dinner. I drive recklessly on dark unfamiliar roads for a closed park to stand 5 hours in the dark by myself. But… look at those lights!
skwinnicki.bsky.social SK Winnicki, PhD 🏳️‍⚧️ @skwinnicki.bsky.social · 2d
This is my last and longest of three aurora threads, for the final substorm I saw from Columbus Ohio USA. It was by far the most brilliant and the strongest (at one point visible *south* of us)! It started ~11:30PM local time and lasted a full half-hour. Just unbelievably stunning!

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Brilliant bands of aurora lights in the sky above a lake. There is an arc of soft green coming from the lower left, and a brilliant band of bright red above it. The two arcs meet toward the right of the photo, where they mix to make an orangish color. Behind them the sky is purplish. An almost comet-shaped blob of light fills the entire sky, terminating in a rounded tip toward the right of the frame, above an elated photographer standing on a dark dam near a cold gray lake. The colors that make up this blob are bright yellow-green and bright red, mixing together to form orange and other colors. It is stunning. You can almost hear the people in the photo whooping for joy. A mess of bright red and wispy yellow-green fills the entire sky above a gray lake, brilliant aurora with no pattern, rhyme, or reason. Two aurora bands in the sky, looking like they’ve been painted with vertical brush strokes even though the bands run horizontally. On the bottom is a soft green band. On top is a brilliant red band. They are almost touching in the center of the frame.
November 12, 2025 at 2:39 PM