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𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋|𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍|𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋 (𝖺𝗅𝗅 ✍️📷=©𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍). 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝟧-𝟩-𝟧 𝖧𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎 𝖩𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝖥𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗇𝗋𝗒𝗎, 𝖢𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 & 𝗏𝖺𝗋. 𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗍.

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𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠
𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔
𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒𝑚’𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠
𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛-𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒
𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ 𔘓 °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ 𔘓 ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

#AlphabetChallenge | #WeekUforUnloved
#TankaThursday | #button
#mobilephotography #photography
#tanka
From last week's sculpture walk - https://nzsculptureonshore.co.nz/ - a rather dreary and sad picture of old, battered dolls in a baby carriage. From last week's sculpture walk - https://nzsculptureonshore.co.nz/ - a clay bust of an old woman, her face lined and lips drawn. From last week's sculpture walk - https://nzsculptureonshore.co.nz/ - a black and white photo of a doll-like figure - odd, eerie, curious - affixed to a metal background piece. From last week's sculpture walk - https://nzsculptureonshore.co.nz/ - a vase with old flowers placed in a cubbyhole window inside the old fort at Takapuna.
November 20, 2025 at 3:31 AM
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#completethehaiga 125
#fantaiku | #life
#fantasy #haiku #haiga
🧙🏻‍♂️✨💧
A haiku written in response to #completethehaiga #prompt #125 and #fantaiku | #life. The black line drawing/image is flipped from the original (indicating "a schism") into what reminded me of a divining rod (or a dowsing rod). Black text on white background: his divining rod seeks life deep underground the Mage taps the source
November 19, 2025 at 4:22 AM
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𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠
𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠
- 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦

#TagTuesday (graffiti/street art)
#mobilephotography #photography
#haiku
Some street art/a mural entitled "Winter Salvage" - light blue background with light green mossy patches. A tree limb and branches run the length of the mural, bare and stark. It's on a low, one-story horizontal building with larger, windowed buildings of different colours in the background. On a building's wall, to the upper right, painted lettering reads: "Friends in high places". A business man in a suit scurries by, indifferent to the artwork, off to unknown places and doings.
November 18, 2025 at 11:59 PM
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𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎
𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝟹𝙳

#𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾 | #𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖼
#𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 | #𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾
#𝖱𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖠𝗋𝗍𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 | #𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈 [𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌?] 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝟦-𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝖥𝖾𝖻 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣.

#𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 #𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 #𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 #𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 #𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿
Part 1 of 4. A recollection of a vivid dream (black text on white background): You were with me, real as day. Wanted to get back to the US. Almost desperate to do so, such insistence in your tone. Louisiana, to be specific. An offer with a band. As a prior musician, you wanted off the “rat race”. Back to something you really loved doing. Solid offer. House prices are cheaper in Louisiana. Could afford a house there, not so easily here in Auckland. “But I thought we were never moving back to the U.S?” “Yeah but we can have a home.” “OK.” I’m not thrilled - scared even. We did so much work to move here to our home that is NZ. But I will follow my husband. Happily so. Anywhere. We meet with the woman heading up the band that wants to hire Josh. She’s a super cool ol’ gal, wild grey hair, swirling accoutrement and bangled wrists, wisdom shining through her eyes. It seems there may be room for me in the band’s line-up but that’s not set in stone. That’s all right. I just want to be here. With my Josh. It’s still awesome to be considered, even though my musical experience is nothing like Hubby’s. We’re stoked by the food choices : ) The victual variations float on by through my brain. Jambalaya, Étouffée, Gumbo – my mouth waters. Part 2 of 4. A recollection of a vivid dream (black text on white background): We went to see the homes, the houses we could possibly afford. Surely our picks are endless. Yet what we’re shown are not homes, nor houses - more like tenements. Row houses. Not that that’s a bad thing. Yet, it’s not what we think. But we go in. They are a bit dingy, and dark, and grey, and narrow. E’en still, we go. We will see. You are wearing your black headwrap, my bald powerhouse of a man. You are solemn, observant. We move forward, a bit tentatively, but forward we walk together, a united front as always. You ask - simply, quietly, calmly, almost as an aside: “Will you marry me?” My heart stops. My heart skips a beat, happily. “Yes,” I say, just as simply. I’m singing inside. I’m humbled inside. I’m so happy. Of course, I would marry you. Of course, I WILL marry you. A thousand times, yes. A thousand thousand THOUSAND times. Need you ask? Part 3 of 4. A recollection of a vivid dream (black text on white background): Yet I’m glad you did. It was all so much a “given”. That you would ask. That I would reply in kind. Even after all that has happened. Even with what is happening in this madcap world. In this madcap dreamscape. (Isn’t it ironic this “madcap dreamscape” somehow makes the most sense?) The tour through the slightly bedraggled, cramped space continues. We are shown how one section of the tenement opens into another portion. It’s interesting, I’ll give you that. There’s clutter and stacks of books and all sorts of what-not, but we can see within, beyond, around. We can make do here. Through one portion of the space and into the other, we spy a small, cosy open plan area showing a kitchen, a dining room, a living room with a TV. We quote the movie “Babe”: “That’ll do, pig…that’ll do.” It’s not perfect. It’s not what we want. But we will take it. And that is what we do. Part 4 of 4. A recollection of a vivid dream (black text on white background): Love doesn’t care about big mansions. Nor posh towns. Nor affluent post codes. Love. Just. Is. Here. And beyond. I will, yet and still, follow Josh to the ends of this Earth. To the ends of this Universe. To the ends of time. The vivid dream sat with me upon waking, and I grasped it closely to my chest, breathing into and through my memories, old and new. Josh was here. Josh IS here. “Yes,” I sob. “I will marry you.” Now, and always, my wonderful, dear husband. What a love you are.
November 18, 2025 at 3:46 AM
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ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑗𝑒𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠
𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑡-𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏𝑦 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑠
𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡

#BlueSkyArtShow | #bright
#mobilephotography #photography
#haiku #shahai
Against a blue blue blue NZ sky, a sun-brightened choker necklace of a cobweb shimmers and glints and shines. The scene is semi-framed by green shrubbery, lone spotlight from a sun's ray puts the web into focus.
November 15, 2025 at 12:33 AM
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#vss365 | #myth
#mobilephotography #photography
#pareidolia
Within a NZ forest, I'm presented with a bit of #pareidolia on a tree's trunk, that of a rather knotty formation which looks like the face of an old, wizened tortoise. The background is all soft, green leaves with filtered sunlight stretching its fingers to light up this wonderful discovery. A triolet poem written to compliment the post’s mobile photograph and also inspired by today's #vss365 prompt (#myth). Black brush script on white background: Whither thou goest ‘tween the trees Seek the mystery, and too, the myth One’s inner eye deigns but to see Whither thou goest ‘tween the trees Old Tortoise blinks, whispers his plea Take nothing, leave all but this pith Whither thou goest ‘tween the trees Seek the mystery, and too, the myth #vss365 | #myth #mobilephotography #photography #pareidolia
November 13, 2025 at 12:58 AM
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#𝗏𝗌𝗌𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 | 𝖺𝗌𝗁
#𝖿𝗈𝗑𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 | 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽
#𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗒𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗒 | #𝗇𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗌
#𝗈𝗑𝗃𝖣𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 #𝗈𝗑𝗃 | #𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀
#𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 | #𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍
A small fantasy piece written in response to several writing prompts. Black text on white background:“Are you sure you read that right? “Our”? Not “the”? Baldryn Heleteth continued his scan of the darkened horizon. The brooding sky was full of ash and discouragement. Not hearing a response from his companion, he turned around and gave her a slight nudge. “Arthris, did you hear me?” Arthris Ermyar’s brow was furrowed. Staring at the crumpled map in her hands, she looked slightly worried which was disconcerting. Normally, she possessed a courage most hadn’t, including him. “I’m telling you, the legend’s script says, “…until our altar twists in red.” She jerked her head up at him. Her heterochromic eyes flashed with anger, then softened. “I’m sorry, Baldryn. This whole business has me on a knife’s edge.” He grunted. “Aye, to be true, I feel the same. The shrouded mystery is a torment. Yet who can explain the ways of The Numinous Ones? We were chosen. We shall proceed. Come, let’s go.” Taking her hand, Baldryn clasped the carved totem of Ymnas hanging from his neck. The descent into the shrouded valley below wouldn’t be easy. If miracles You bestow, let one be granted this day, he silently mouthed, and as one, they stepped carefully over the ridge. --------------- #vssfantasy | ash #foxprose | our altar twists in red #blueskyrelay | #numinous #oxjDailyWords #oxj | #disconcerting #retroartprompt | #torment
November 10, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑖𝑝𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑐ℎ
𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠, "𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒"

#BirdOfTheDay theme for the day | #StandingOnThings (except the floor)
Alternative theme | #Gulls
#ImageAndVerse
#mobilephotography #photography
#birds #nature
#haiku #shahai
A lone gull sitting on an old pipe at Mellons Bay Beach. In the background, the sweep of the inland strait into Auckland proper shines and glints in the sun. The "local volcano" - Rangitoto" - quietly holds court in the distance. The sky is a soft blue with higher, fluffy clouds.
November 9, 2025 at 9:25 PM
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#𝖲𝖼𝗂𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎𝖲𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒 | #𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗅
#𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗎 #𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂
#𝟤𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 | 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾
#𝖻𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗄𝗒𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗒 | #𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅
A long-form haiku written in response to several writing prompts. Black text on white background: outward to Io the vessel Without Time seeks old remnants soon within view viewscreens ping and map a world in tumult crimson features include Prometheus She protects him now there – Jupiter and She, the first of many hidden in plain sight crossing magnetics She leaves fiery footprints on His polar ice their quiet dance a space liminality breathes in the stars #ScifaikuSaturday | #vessel #haiku #scifi #2WordPrompt | without, time #blueskyrelay | #liminal
November 9, 2025 at 4:51 AM
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That's the way! 😆 A favourite phrase "...but I don't *want* to adult today..." (Said in the voice of the Old Man in Monty Python's Holy Grail.)
"I don't want to go on the cart." Old Man from Monty Python's Holy Grail
November 9, 2025 at 1:02 AM
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#completethehaiga 123 #tanka
#TankaThursday | #momentum
#blueskyrelay | #emanation
A tanka written in response to a few writing prompts and a line drawing prompt (black lines on white background). In flipping the original image on its side, it appears like an extended bird's wing. Black accompanying text on white background above the image: thrummed wingbeats grasp the wind’s current momentum attained any serenity felt emanates when I take flight #completethehaiga 123 #tanka #TankaThursday | #momentum #blueskyrelay | #emanation
November 6, 2025 at 10:09 PM
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𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤-𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑟
𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑠
𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤

#AlphabetChallenge | #WeekSforShadows
#HumansofBlueSky
#mobilephotography | #photography
#haiku | #shahai
July 2025 - Takapuna Beach with other like-minded folk out for a rest on a park bench along the shore, taking in the crystal clear blue sky and water. There is a medium-sized tree casting a long shadow, the sun high and white/yellow in the sky. Clouds are scattered.
November 5, 2025 at 11:42 PM
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𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 '𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠
𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ

#AlphabetChallenge #WeekSforShadows
#mobilephotography #photography
#haiku #shahai
A visit to Rotoroa Island to join in with other intrepid volunteers to do various chores and cleaning efforts on the island. After a good day out collecting rubbish from a few beaches, I sat with others at the visitor's centre and enjoy some ice cream before the ferry ride home. Affixed in the lush green grass is a metal sign ("FLYING IS OVERRATED") with one of the island's flightless birds on top. The sign casts a shadow onto a wooden walkway. https://www.rotoroa.org.nz/experience/birdwatching
November 3, 2025 at 11:51 PM
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#SenseWrds Prompt 140 | resilient, glowing, moonrise
A free verse poem written in response to #SenseWrds Prompt 140 (resilient, glowing, moonrise). We’re instructed not to use the prompt words in our piece and no combo prompts. Just feel…and write. Black text on white background: why bother with pliancy or this life no longer radiant was I ever such perhaps not each cycle round, tumbling cyclical and every day is chased by evenfall wherein that spirit my Clair de Lune could shine the way as above, so below its lambent face is one I might mirror changeable phases on high and I, plasticine, follow suit
November 3, 2025 at 10:02 PM
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𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 -
𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚
𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑎

I'm so pleased to have received my copy of Moonscape Haiku Phase I 😊 I've read only a short portion of the book thus far - and it's all wonderful 💜✍️💯👏💙

Many thanks to @wolftwin.com @tregallery.com @wolftwinthomas.bsky.social 🕊️🦋✨☮️
A photo of a book of haiku (Moonscape Haiku Phase I) as collaboratively created and published by the supa talented @tregallery.com @wolftwinthomas.bsky.social @wolftwin.com The book is gently propped in front of an outdoor statue on the tan wooden deck, one of a baby shaolin monk sleeping on the back of a black elephant. *LOVE* (pardon the not-so-good mobile photography) 😇
November 2, 2025 at 4:05 AM
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#WildWalkPrompt | #tunnel
#blueskyrelay | #hervoiceinthestatic
An etheree poem written as a response to combo prompts (black text on white background): i tunnel deep within - navigating - dredging – stumbling – to her voice in the static she’s got to be here somewhere perhaps I’m chasing chimeras a pipe dream that’s long smoked itself out still, I root ‘round, hoping for blessed peace #WildWalkPromt | #tunnel #blueskyrelay | #hervoiceinthestatic
October 30, 2025 at 10:30 PM
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#completethehaiga 122
#TankaThursday | #curse
#tanka
A tanka written in response to a drawing and writing prompt. Surrounding the black line drawing (of what appears to be a spider's web between two thin tree limbs), black text on white background: arrogant challenge a woven brilliance transformed forever i hear whispers from silk threads of nature’s beauty and curse #completethehaiga 122 #TankaThursday | #curse #tanka (Based on the Greek myth of Arachne and Athena: https://history18.com/arachne-and-athena/)
October 30, 2025 at 4:24 AM
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#FromOneLine 395 #prompt | Last night I saw
#blueskyrelay | #manifest
#emoetry | #battered
#OurPoetryX | #spinetingling
#2WordPrompt | brilliant, sign
An etheree poem penned in response to several BlueSky writing prompts. Black text on gradient grey and white background: last night I saw an odd and battered scene made manifest whilst in murky ‘mares the sun and the moon roared and scrummed fire and flame met ice and wind clashing with harsh brilliance below an old oak I parse the signs - spinetingling - my soul Screams #FromOneLine 395 #prompt | Last night I saw #blueskyrelay | #manifest #emoetry | #battered #OurPoetryX | #spinetingling #2WordPrompt | brilliant, sign
October 29, 2025 at 4:02 AM
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𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠
- 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

#WackyWednesdayArt
#mobilephotography #photography
#haiku #senryu
A small rock carving of a person's wrinkled scowl of a face, peering out through a frame of a door/window. It's been a truly tumultuous Spring here thus far this year, and we're all chomping at the bit for warmer temps, less rain and wind. It's been cold the past few days - no more Winter, please! There are hikes to be had and trails to be followed : )
October 28, 2025 at 8:07 PM
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𝑐𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑠𝑘𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑟𝑠
𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤
𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

ˏ 𓏧 𓏲 𓇼 𓏲 🌊 𓏲 𓇼 𓏲 𓏧 ˎ

#BlueSkyMonday
#mobilephotography
#photography
#haiku
A view of Ihumoana Island at Te Henga | Bethells Beach on the Tasman Sea. The sky is cobalt blue with a mixture of high scattered clouds as well as larger cumulous ones. The tide was coming in, so I was able to capture the sky's mirrored image in the water below.
October 27, 2025 at 12:42 AM
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𝑊𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑟
𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦-ℎ𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑠
𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛

#Stunday #ImageAndVerse
#mobilephotography #photography
#bloomscrolling #flowers
#haiku
A jaunty yellow Lupinus Arboreus (Tree Lupin) standing tall and proud. It rises from the main green shrub. In the background are other native shrub and brush as found near the black sand coastline of Te Henga | Bethells Beach. The big blue of the NZ sky sings through the tree's limbs. A hearty yellow/gold Gazania Rigens (Treasure Flower) nestled low within the surrounding green and tan native grasses. Taken near Te Henga | Bethells Beach.
October 26, 2025 at 7:03 AM
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#𝖱𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖠𝗋𝗍𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 | #𝗅𝗂𝖾
#𝖾𝗆𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 | #𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾
#𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 | 𝗍𝗁𝖾_𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍_𝗈𝖿_𝗈𝗎𝗋_𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌
#𝖶𝗂𝗅𝖽𝖶𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍 | #𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀
#𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 | #𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 @𝗏𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗌𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖽.𝖻𝗌𝗄𝗒.𝗌𝗈𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅
#𝖲𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾 #𝗌𝗄𝗒𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾
#𝗆𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗒 #𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗒
#𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒
A free verse poem written in response to several prompts. Black text on white background: one could wonder - is it merely the fault of our dreams for taunting us to think that all we think would come true would cut through the lies my naïvety was often my undoing all those times where I was timid unassertive silent no-one my Self just threw up their hands and howled at the expanse swooping lunging a psychic broom in hand sweeping out what was and into what is #RetroArtPrompt | #lie #emoetry | #unassertive #moonmystic | the_fault_of_our_dreams #WildWalkPrompt | #swooping #scribtober | #broom @vonasvald #Scape #skyscape #mobilephotography #photography #poetry A recent overhead shot of the big blue NZ sky. The sun is in the lower right-hand side of the photo, diffused and very soft yellow/nearly white, rays reaching out. The clouds feature predominantly in the shot: high and thin. It almost looks like a map of Earth with rivers and bays and inlets strewn and carved throughout. A lone seagull is in the centre of the photo.
October 25, 2025 at 2:43 AM
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𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑠
𝑓𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑛' 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑝𝑠 𝑛' 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒́
𝑚𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑙

#FoodOnFriday #FishyFriday
#mobilephotography #photography
#haiku #senryu
On an outdoor table at my last rental's outside wooden deck, an order of fish and chips sits on its wrapping paper, fetched from a nearby takeaway. Served with a glass rosé (because why not, gotta class it up a little) and some spicy mayo for dipping - I declare this a fantastic feast. I'm surrounded by my plants and flowers and outdoor whatnots - all giving a sense of comfort and peace. Simple joys are often the best.
October 23, 2025 at 9:03 PM
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ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒
𝑖𝑛 𝑂𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑖
- 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡

#AlphabetChallenge | #WeekQforQuiet
#mobilephotography #photography
#hay(na)ku
From Apr 2021 - a night's stay at Opononi Lighthouse Motel. This was a last-minute stop for me as I headed up farther north to Cape Reinga / Te Rerenga Wairua. Snagging the last available room, I watched the sun set over the huge Panguru sand dunes on the other side of the harbour. As of mid-2024, there's an estimated 270 people that live here. It is quiet as...and it is wonderful.
October 23, 2025 at 5:36 AM
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#completethehaiga 121
#RetroArtPrompt | #terrify
#tanka

Shout out to @po3try.bsky.social #podcast for episode 8, featuring @artbyseranya.bsky.social and
#RetroArtPrompt. Nya, you're a great talent & a kind, amazing support to so many here, myself included. Thank you 💗🕊️✨☮️🪷
A tanka written in response to a few different prompts. On the left-hand side, a black line drawing which when inverted from the original looks like a voice box at the top of a throat which lead down into the tendrils of one's lungs. On the right, black text on which background: trauma’s tendrils reach foraging among my lungs a terrified scream may my voice become dislodged and protect me from myself #completethehaiga 121 #RetroArtPrompt | #terrify #tanka
October 21, 2025 at 5:34 AM