The Penhead Diaries
@penheaddiaries.bsky.social
The writings and ramblings of a returning writer.
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(3/3)
As the fire dies,
Body wilts. We know at last.
As ash, we are borne home.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
As the fire dies,
Body wilts. We know at last.
As ash, we are borne home.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
February 23, 2025 at 8:34 PM
(3/3)
As the fire dies,
Body wilts. We know at last.
As ash, we are borne home.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
As the fire dies,
Body wilts. We know at last.
As ash, we are borne home.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
(2/3)
Nature watches close
Patient gaze, dark, flickered red
Waiting to embrace.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
Nature watches close
Patient gaze, dark, flickered red
Waiting to embrace.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
February 23, 2025 at 8:34 PM
(2/3)
Nature watches close
Patient gaze, dark, flickered red
Waiting to embrace.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
Nature watches close
Patient gaze, dark, flickered red
Waiting to embrace.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
(1/3) A Sunday Triptych, vol.1
Knowing we won’t know
The unknown in this lifetime,
We stare into fire.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
Knowing we won’t know
The unknown in this lifetime,
We stare into fire.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
February 23, 2025 at 8:34 PM
(1/3) A Sunday Triptych, vol.1
Knowing we won’t know
The unknown in this lifetime,
We stare into fire.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
Knowing we won’t know
The unknown in this lifetime,
We stare into fire.
#writing #writingcommunity #poem #poetry #haiku
🌄=MJ
There was a moment in youth when vainglory slipped, revealing a world outside of ourselves. In revelation, retreating back to our new familiar, hiding from knowing diminution in the presence of eonic giants, rather marveling at everything we could be a part of.
#writing #writingcommunity
🏞️=MJ
#writing #writingcommunity
🏞️=MJ
February 21, 2025 at 8:01 AM
There was a moment in youth when vainglory slipped, revealing a world outside of ourselves. In revelation, retreating back to our new familiar, hiding from knowing diminution in the presence of eonic giants, rather marveling at everything we could be a part of.
#writing #writingcommunity
🏞️=MJ
#writing #writingcommunity
🏞️=MJ
A lesson from the book SOFT DEBATE FOR DOGS:
“When caught, gently and confidently explain - in so many looks and with folded paw for #modesty - exactly why it was necessary for you to squat on the rug. As a follow up, detail why you also still deserve treats.”
#vss365 #writing #dogs #waffles
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“When caught, gently and confidently explain - in so many looks and with folded paw for #modesty - exactly why it was necessary for you to squat on the rug. As a follow up, detail why you also still deserve treats.”
#vss365 #writing #dogs #waffles
🌄 by me
February 9, 2025 at 4:39 PM
There wasn’t much he missed about the stage - the grind long ago maimed his passion for the art. But what kept it from fully fading away was a small, gnawing hunger - a memory of truly, fully being seen. 2000 #silent eyes watching as, for a moment, 1000 hearts beat with his.
#vss365 #writing
🌄=MJ
#vss365 #writing
🌄=MJ
January 14, 2025 at 5:48 AM
The garden needed tending
But was left to grow wild,
Rot in root under a beautiful canopy.
Now the winter has come
Leaving only hope that the structure can stand
Until the #ice can thaw for the tend once more.
But will our hands remember the tools come spring?
#vss365 #writing
🌁=Midjourney
But was left to grow wild,
Rot in root under a beautiful canopy.
Now the winter has come
Leaving only hope that the structure can stand
Until the #ice can thaw for the tend once more.
But will our hands remember the tools come spring?
#vss365 #writing
🌁=Midjourney
January 13, 2025 at 6:26 AM
Many say a rainy day is ideal for creation.
But it is only the final catalyst when other days fail.
It will not write the page;
It will not paint the canvas.
It merely stays your feet, keeping you from wandering distraction, telling you that right now, you are exactly where you need to be.
#writing
But it is only the final catalyst when other days fail.
It will not write the page;
It will not paint the canvas.
It merely stays your feet, keeping you from wandering distraction, telling you that right now, you are exactly where you need to be.
#writing
December 29, 2024 at 10:38 PM
Many say a rainy day is ideal for creation.
But it is only the final catalyst when other days fail.
It will not write the page;
It will not paint the canvas.
It merely stays your feet, keeping you from wandering distraction, telling you that right now, you are exactly where you need to be.
#writing
But it is only the final catalyst when other days fail.
It will not write the page;
It will not paint the canvas.
It merely stays your feet, keeping you from wandering distraction, telling you that right now, you are exactly where you need to be.
#writing
He watched the tree’s impression through a puddle, swaying in the wind of the passed storm, doubled with a kiss from a wayward gust. Idle thoughts passed through his head, a wanted distraction from the one that stayed: why gaze at the reflection when reality was just an upcast of his eye?
#writing
#writing
December 27, 2024 at 6:04 AM
He watched the tree’s impression through a puddle, swaying in the wind of the passed storm, doubled with a kiss from a wayward gust. Idle thoughts passed through his head, a wanted distraction from the one that stayed: why gaze at the reflection when reality was just an upcast of his eye?
#writing
#writing
With age, Christmas may lose its luster, but it will always retain its #reflection.
#vss365 #writing
🏞️=MJ
#vss365 #writing
🏞️=MJ
December 25, 2024 at 7:47 AM
With age, Christmas may lose its luster, but it will always retain its #reflection.
#vss365 #writing
🏞️=MJ
#vss365 #writing
🏞️=MJ
Others never envied what he did, necessary though it may be.
Late hours, hard work, and senses constantly assaulted by noise and rot.
But it was worth it, for that brief hour of #tranquility as the sun rose but the city still slept.
It was then that the world was just for him.
#vss365 #writing
🌇=MJ
Late hours, hard work, and senses constantly assaulted by noise and rot.
But it was worth it, for that brief hour of #tranquility as the sun rose but the city still slept.
It was then that the world was just for him.
#vss365 #writing
🌇=MJ
December 22, 2024 at 12:32 PM
Others never envied what he did, necessary though it may be.
Late hours, hard work, and senses constantly assaulted by noise and rot.
But it was worth it, for that brief hour of #tranquility as the sun rose but the city still slept.
It was then that the world was just for him.
#vss365 #writing
🌇=MJ
Late hours, hard work, and senses constantly assaulted by noise and rot.
But it was worth it, for that brief hour of #tranquility as the sun rose but the city still slept.
It was then that the world was just for him.
#vss365 #writing
🌇=MJ
The winter had started to set, rain frozen windows distorting life beyond the pane.
Though his favored season, with so many months spent moving away from a dreary past, there was a slight pang felt at the coming #monochrome washing what remaining color remained from the year.
#vss365 #writing
🌇=MJ
Though his favored season, with so many months spent moving away from a dreary past, there was a slight pang felt at the coming #monochrome washing what remaining color remained from the year.
#vss365 #writing
🌇=MJ
December 17, 2024 at 5:51 PM
The winter had started to set, rain frozen windows distorting life beyond the pane.
Though his favored season, with so many months spent moving away from a dreary past, there was a slight pang felt at the coming #monochrome washing what remaining color remained from the year.
#vss365 #writing
🌇=MJ
Though his favored season, with so many months spent moving away from a dreary past, there was a slight pang felt at the coming #monochrome washing what remaining color remained from the year.
#vss365 #writing
🌇=MJ
December 17, 2024 at 3:01 AM
When I was young, I played under the weeping willow in my grandparent’s backyard.
I didn’t know at the time the tree was dying; for me, abundant life & possibility was found each day spent under those breeze-blown branches, a reprieve from the heat of an oppressive Missouri summer.
#vss365 #writing
I didn’t know at the time the tree was dying; for me, abundant life & possibility was found each day spent under those breeze-blown branches, a reprieve from the heat of an oppressive Missouri summer.
#vss365 #writing
December 14, 2024 at 5:42 PM
Without the earth’s complicity in our forgetful souls
- Reclaiming what once was built to stand against nature and time -
He realized none could have reconnected to the grandeur of the excavated past,
The awe intended forever lost in empty, alien halls beneath the dirt’s embrace.
#vss365 #writing
- Reclaiming what once was built to stand against nature and time -
He realized none could have reconnected to the grandeur of the excavated past,
The awe intended forever lost in empty, alien halls beneath the dirt’s embrace.
#vss365 #writing
December 13, 2024 at 4:22 PM
Two swords clash on a North-South road
Passed bone to flesh on through eon.
Each hand fighting over the growing, verdant surroundings;
Each head never asking how they came to be.
Above, the sun still shines -
Lighting all that could be -
While man, with men, blindly tills the earth
#vss365 #writing
Passed bone to flesh on through eon.
Each hand fighting over the growing, verdant surroundings;
Each head never asking how they came to be.
Above, the sun still shines -
Lighting all that could be -
While man, with men, blindly tills the earth
#vss365 #writing
December 12, 2024 at 11:31 PM
Once the final stone is placed -
Before the etch on a new trestle board -
I’m in a time of empty melancholia;
Reliving each chip & mistake,
Vowing to avoid them on the next,
But moving on with their ghost beside me.
Errors reflected only in my eyes,
Transparent to another’s gaze.
#vss365 #writing
Before the etch on a new trestle board -
I’m in a time of empty melancholia;
Reliving each chip & mistake,
Vowing to avoid them on the next,
But moving on with their ghost beside me.
Errors reflected only in my eyes,
Transparent to another’s gaze.
#vss365 #writing
December 11, 2024 at 5:00 PM
December 3, 2024 at 1:44 PM
Why do we yearn for our own hateful obsession to prove our art true? Why the eye’s rabid focus on the smallest cut, one - if errant - we take as condemnation of the whole? For once step back and grasp that for a second pair, we long ago already achieved their perfection.
🌌=MJ
#vss365 #writing
🌌=MJ
#vss365 #writing
November 26, 2024 at 12:18 PM
Harry tried to ignore it. But to be honest, he always came to this place for breakfast, and - despite there being A WHOLE POND - THIS jerk always sat right next to him, mimicking his every move. But no more: Today, Harry was going to say something.
…
Maybe tomorrow instead.
🖼️=MJ
#vss365 #writing
…
Maybe tomorrow instead.
🖼️=MJ
#vss365 #writing
November 25, 2024 at 1:24 PM