PS Conway
@psconway.bsky.social
2x Pushcart Nominee;
Poet-in-Residence @ The Fictional Café 🥂
“Life Sucks”
humor: https://a.co/d/0qHin5u 🤣
“Echoes Lost in Stars”
poetry: https://a.co/d/76gM1Rt ☘️
Website: PSConway.com
🔗: linktr.ee/psconway
Poet-in-Residence @ The Fictional Café 🥂
“Life Sucks”
humor: https://a.co/d/0qHin5u 🤣
“Echoes Lost in Stars”
poetry: https://a.co/d/76gM1Rt ☘️
Website: PSConway.com
🔗: linktr.ee/psconway
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i spied you tracing runes
upon the tidepool’s surface,
so certain of your wordless need,
a secret language
long tutored by the nymphs,
while i stood apart,
alone with the morning dewdrops
trembling on my skin,
the sea kept faith,
never teaching me how to speak.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
i spied you tracing runes
upon the tidepool’s surface,
so certain of your wordless need,
a secret language
long tutored by the nymphs,
while i stood apart,
alone with the morning dewdrops
trembling on my skin,
the sea kept faith,
never teaching me how to speak.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 8, 2025 at 11:24 AM
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we are lost and seeking
in a foreign place
your face erased
all the need it once held
seeping between my knees
until all that remains
is a porcelain slate
absent the geography
i once knew
too well
incapable of emotion
or retained desire
to relearn the language.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
we are lost and seeking
in a foreign place
your face erased
all the need it once held
seeping between my knees
until all that remains
is a porcelain slate
absent the geography
i once knew
too well
incapable of emotion
or retained desire
to relearn the language.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 6, 2025 at 2:47 PM
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from behind your easel,
you once told me
that color
is a kind of anonymity,
a place for an artist’s soul
to hide.
now
when the morning light,
alive with dust motes,
falls blank across your canvas
i wonder
what it’s like to be famous,
rendered pastel
yet unseen.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
from behind your easel,
you once told me
that color
is a kind of anonymity,
a place for an artist’s soul
to hide.
now
when the morning light,
alive with dust motes,
falls blank across your canvas
i wonder
what it’s like to be famous,
rendered pastel
yet unseen.
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#vss365 #poetry #read
November 5, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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the tide rolls in,
surf pounding the earth,
wounding my ears;
the dream of us
just a scream at sunrise.
shoes wet on the rocks.
for a moment
i prayed
the waves might take me
from this gray.
but they do not.
instead,
they drown light’s final rays,
judging them
more worthy.
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#vss365 #poetry
the tide rolls in,
surf pounding the earth,
wounding my ears;
the dream of us
just a scream at sunrise.
shoes wet on the rocks.
for a moment
i prayed
the waves might take me
from this gray.
but they do not.
instead,
they drown light’s final rays,
judging them
more worthy.
-
#vss365 #poetry
October 30, 2025 at 1:51 PM
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i cannot find you,
fumbling down
half-lit hallways
in this memory
of a dream’s
first emotion
a saucer of milk
half-spilt on the floor
a door closed forever
when the mice took over
echoes moan
the ache of the sea
your name, lost to me
in this emotion
of a dream’s
first memory
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#vss365 #poetry
i cannot find you,
fumbling down
half-lit hallways
in this memory
of a dream’s
first emotion
a saucer of milk
half-spilt on the floor
a door closed forever
when the mice took over
echoes moan
the ache of the sea
your name, lost to me
in this emotion
of a dream’s
first memory
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#vss365 #poetry
October 21, 2025 at 12:48 PM
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you always said
our future would arrive
without ceremony
yet each morning
a goldfinch hovers -
its reflection
pressed against my window
seeking a furtive glimpse
of love’s humblest party
only to find
a darkened room
confetti still floating
in half-sipped champagne
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#vss365 #poetry #read
you always said
our future would arrive
without ceremony
yet each morning
a goldfinch hovers -
its reflection
pressed against my window
seeking a furtive glimpse
of love’s humblest party
only to find
a darkened room
confetti still floating
in half-sipped champagne
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#vss365 #poetry #read
October 19, 2025 at 2:03 PM
