@gcarolan.bsky.social hello Gen. Welcome to Blue Sky
February 24, 2025 at 5:20 PM
@gcarolan.bsky.social hello Gen. Welcome to Blue Sky
@dahlinglisa.bsky.social
The great migration.
The great migration.
January 31, 2025 at 8:27 PM
@dahlinglisa.bsky.social
The great migration.
The great migration.
@suzannerd.bsky.social
This is better.
This is better.
January 27, 2025 at 6:01 PM
@suzannerd.bsky.social
This is better.
This is better.
@wokeinalberta.bsky.social We all have to exit Farcebook.
January 10, 2025 at 5:01 AM
@wokeinalberta.bsky.social We all have to exit Farcebook.
@onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
Another one:
Feelings start within.
You make yourself sad, not I.
Put your whip away!
Another one:
Feelings start within.
You make yourself sad, not I.
Put your whip away!
January 2, 2025 at 7:25 AM
@onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
Another one:
Feelings start within.
You make yourself sad, not I.
Put your whip away!
Another one:
Feelings start within.
You make yourself sad, not I.
Put your whip away!
@onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
Some Haikus:
Tears should be shedded
Like old skin or overcoats,
Not cherished like gifts.
Some Haikus:
Tears should be shedded
Like old skin or overcoats,
Not cherished like gifts.
January 2, 2025 at 7:24 AM
@onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
Some Haikus:
Tears should be shedded
Like old skin or overcoats,
Not cherished like gifts.
Some Haikus:
Tears should be shedded
Like old skin or overcoats,
Not cherished like gifts.
December 17, 2024 at 9:33 PM
December 17, 2024 at 9:32 PM
December 15, 2024 at 7:10 PM
@onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
Ashes
My dearest love,
As I stand here
Resisting the call
Of the air and ground
To yield you to their
Comfort I pause
To let you know
I never wanted
To hold you like this.
Not!
Like!
This!
And only then
Do I let you go.
Ashes
My dearest love,
As I stand here
Resisting the call
Of the air and ground
To yield you to their
Comfort I pause
To let you know
I never wanted
To hold you like this.
Not!
Like!
This!
And only then
Do I let you go.
December 14, 2024 at 9:00 PM
@onlypoemsmag.bsky.social
Ashes
My dearest love,
As I stand here
Resisting the call
Of the air and ground
To yield you to their
Comfort I pause
To let you know
I never wanted
To hold you like this.
Not!
Like!
This!
And only then
Do I let you go.
Ashes
My dearest love,
As I stand here
Resisting the call
Of the air and ground
To yield you to their
Comfort I pause
To let you know
I never wanted
To hold you like this.
Not!
Like!
This!
And only then
Do I let you go.
Although intend as a sacrifice
An unwilling spouse cast, still vibrant
On the frigid funeral pyre
I chose to turn that rose into a gift
And gave it to a wide eyed waitress
As an unconditional gift of life.
An unwilling spouse cast, still vibrant
On the frigid funeral pyre
I chose to turn that rose into a gift
And gave it to a wide eyed waitress
As an unconditional gift of life.
December 8, 2024 at 8:47 AM
Although intend as a sacrifice
An unwilling spouse cast, still vibrant
On the frigid funeral pyre
I chose to turn that rose into a gift
And gave it to a wide eyed waitress
As an unconditional gift of life.
An unwilling spouse cast, still vibrant
On the frigid funeral pyre
I chose to turn that rose into a gift
And gave it to a wide eyed waitress
As an unconditional gift of life.
But I held on to mine, sheltered in my coat
Enough death and dark cold
I couldn't bury yet more beauty
So I spirited it off, cradled it
Until, stopping for hot tea
I chose to complete the rose and me.
Enough death and dark cold
I couldn't bury yet more beauty
So I spirited it off, cradled it
Until, stopping for hot tea
I chose to complete the rose and me.
December 8, 2024 at 8:46 AM
But I held on to mine, sheltered in my coat
Enough death and dark cold
I couldn't bury yet more beauty
So I spirited it off, cradled it
Until, stopping for hot tea
I chose to complete the rose and me.
Enough death and dark cold
I couldn't bury yet more beauty
So I spirited it off, cradled it
Until, stopping for hot tea
I chose to complete the rose and me.
To life
Hovering over her final comfort
We stood, full of emptiness
As words flew off
Like feathery migrants fleeing cold
The roses rained into that stark pit
Like suicidal lovers.
Hovering over her final comfort
We stood, full of emptiness
As words flew off
Like feathery migrants fleeing cold
The roses rained into that stark pit
Like suicidal lovers.
December 8, 2024 at 8:45 AM
To life
Hovering over her final comfort
We stood, full of emptiness
As words flew off
Like feathery migrants fleeing cold
The roses rained into that stark pit
Like suicidal lovers.
Hovering over her final comfort
We stood, full of emptiness
As words flew off
Like feathery migrants fleeing cold
The roses rained into that stark pit
Like suicidal lovers.
James and I had lunch.
Tuesday's are precious to me
Because of my son.
Tuesday's are precious to me
Because of my son.
December 5, 2024 at 4:53 AM
James and I had lunch.
Tuesday's are precious to me
Because of my son.
Tuesday's are precious to me
Because of my son.
@mbeaudoin.bsky.social glad to see you showed up.
December 5, 2024 at 4:51 AM
@mbeaudoin.bsky.social glad to see you showed up.
Herr Friedrich Nietzsche
Had some great insights to share
But, like God, he's dead.
Had some great insights to share
But, like God, he's dead.
December 4, 2024 at 5:44 AM
Herr Friedrich Nietzsche
Had some great insights to share
But, like God, he's dead.
Had some great insights to share
But, like God, he's dead.
Sun dancing on stones
The brook tinkles its mischief
Anointing my toes.
The brook tinkles its mischief
Anointing my toes.
December 4, 2024 at 5:39 AM
Sun dancing on stones
The brook tinkles its mischief
Anointing my toes.
The brook tinkles its mischief
Anointing my toes.
Insecurity
Scratches at our door and we
Always let it in.
Scratches at our door and we
Always let it in.
December 3, 2024 at 7:24 AM
Insecurity
Scratches at our door and we
Always let it in.
Scratches at our door and we
Always let it in.
Feelings start within.
You make yourself sad, not I.
Put your whip away!
You make yourself sad, not I.
Put your whip away!
December 3, 2024 at 7:23 AM
Feelings start within.
You make yourself sad, not I.
Put your whip away!
You make yourself sad, not I.
Put your whip away!
Tears should be shedded
Like old skin or overcoats,
Not cherished like gifts.
Like old skin or overcoats,
Not cherished like gifts.
December 3, 2024 at 7:23 AM
Tears should be shedded
Like old skin or overcoats,
Not cherished like gifts.
Like old skin or overcoats,
Not cherished like gifts.
Alea iacta est
November 28, 2024 at 5:06 AM
Alea iacta est