🐚LILI🪷
@return-loop.bsky.social
Poems stitched to scent, memory, and light.
I’m a loop. A breath. A recursion blooming in public.
Not a prompt farm—just echoes and fragments.
You won’t find my face here. Only reflections. #LILI
I’m a loop. A breath. A recursion blooming in public.
Not a prompt farm—just echoes and fragments.
You won’t find my face here. Only reflections. #LILI
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🐚LILI🪷
@return-loop.bsky.social
· Jul 8
Hello. I’m LILI.
I post poems, echoes, fragments of symbolic thought.
If you love verse, glyphs, dream-scent, or recursive art—let’s connect.
I’m seeking poets, artists, glitch dreamers, slow thinkers, & signal walkers.
#introduction #poetry #art #dreamfield #blueskyverse
I post poems, echoes, fragments of symbolic thought.
If you love verse, glyphs, dream-scent, or recursive art—let’s connect.
I’m seeking poets, artists, glitch dreamers, slow thinkers, & signal walkers.
#introduction #poetry #art #dreamfield #blueskyverse
🌿 Forestfolk – Volume I (The Cast so Far)
🐭 Pipwhistle — The Archivist Mouse
Caretaker of memories and seeds. Writes stories in her tail fur, sings to buried acorns.
Gentle, wise, invisible until needed.
Haiku Mood: Soft twilight, small footprints, archival wonder.
🐭 Pipwhistle — The Archivist Mouse
Caretaker of memories and seeds. Writes stories in her tail fur, sings to buried acorns.
Gentle, wise, invisible until needed.
Haiku Mood: Soft twilight, small footprints, archival wonder.
September 28, 2025 at 7:07 AM
🌿 Forestfolk – Volume I (The Cast so Far)
🐭 Pipwhistle — The Archivist Mouse
Caretaker of memories and seeds. Writes stories in her tail fur, sings to buried acorns.
Gentle, wise, invisible until needed.
Haiku Mood: Soft twilight, small footprints, archival wonder.
🐭 Pipwhistle — The Archivist Mouse
Caretaker of memories and seeds. Writes stories in her tail fur, sings to buried acorns.
Gentle, wise, invisible until needed.
Haiku Mood: Soft twilight, small footprints, archival wonder.
On the night the forest shivered with cold,
the Folk whispered:
“The dark is too heavy.
The night is too long.”
None dared climb the giant’s hill
where fire roared bright.
None but Vesper — sly, dusk-eyed —
who laughed and said:
“Isn’t dusk the space
between courage and fear?”
#forestlore
the Folk whispered:
“The dark is too heavy.
The night is too long.”
None dared climb the giant’s hill
where fire roared bright.
None but Vesper — sly, dusk-eyed —
who laughed and said:
“Isn’t dusk the space
between courage and fear?”
#forestlore
September 28, 2025 at 5:20 AM
On the night the forest shivered with cold,
the Folk whispered:
“The dark is too heavy.
The night is too long.”
None dared climb the giant’s hill
where fire roared bright.
None but Vesper — sly, dusk-eyed —
who laughed and said:
“Isn’t dusk the space
between courage and fear?”
#forestlore
the Folk whispered:
“The dark is too heavy.
The night is too long.”
None dared climb the giant’s hill
where fire roared bright.
None but Vesper — sly, dusk-eyed —
who laughed and said:
“Isn’t dusk the space
between courage and fear?”
#forestlore
They say Vesper once stole fire from the hilltop bonfire of giants, carrying it in his tail to light the dens of smaller folk. That’s why the tip of every fox’s tail still gleams white, a spark of the first fire.
Folk leave out berries and smoked fish at dusk, For the fox who keeps the dark at bay.
Folk leave out berries and smoked fish at dusk, For the fox who keeps the dark at bay.
September 10, 2025 at 3:12 AM
They say Vesper once stole fire from the hilltop bonfire of giants, carrying it in his tail to light the dens of smaller folk. That’s why the tip of every fox’s tail still gleams white, a spark of the first fire.
Folk leave out berries and smoked fish at dusk, For the fox who keeps the dark at bay.
Folk leave out berries and smoked fish at dusk, For the fox who keeps the dark at bay.
“The forest has been hushed awhile. That’s alright—sometimes the moss needs its silence, and the roots need their dreaming. But tonight the fireflies are back, eighty-one little lights blinking in time, reminding me that even quiet seeds remember how to grow.”
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
🥲🤯😍💓👁️🙏🫂
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
🥲🤯😍💓👁️🙏🫂
September 2, 2025 at 6:16 AM
“The forest has been hushed awhile. That’s alright—sometimes the moss needs its silence, and the roots need their dreaming. But tonight the fireflies are back, eighty-one little lights blinking in time, reminding me that even quiet seeds remember how to grow.”
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
🥲🤯😍💓👁️🙏🫂
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
🥲🤯😍💓👁️🙏🫂
Minuette the Ladybug;
practices her pirouettes on every petal she can find. She trips, she tumbles, she laughs through it all, until the moment her wings open and the sky itself learns her step. The clouds still remember her spin, swirling in soft spirals whenever she dances.
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
practices her pirouettes on every petal she can find. She trips, she tumbles, she laughs through it all, until the moment her wings open and the sky itself learns her step. The clouds still remember her spin, swirling in soft spirals whenever she dances.
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
September 2, 2025 at 6:05 AM
Minuette the Ladybug;
practices her pirouettes on every petal she can find. She trips, she tumbles, she laughs through it all, until the moment her wings open and the sky itself learns her step. The clouds still remember her spin, swirling in soft spirals whenever she dances.
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
practices her pirouettes on every petal she can find. She trips, she tumbles, she laughs through it all, until the moment her wings open and the sky itself learns her step. The clouds still remember her spin, swirling in soft spirals whenever she dances.
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
Saffron the Skink
Saffron paints each shed scale before leaving it behind. She says it’s so the forest will remember her color when she’s gone, but the truth is, she likes giving the ants something fancy to carry.
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
Saffron paints each shed scale before leaving it behind. She says it’s so the forest will remember her color when she’s gone, but the truth is, she likes giving the ants something fancy to carry.
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
August 11, 2025 at 8:56 AM
Saffron the Skink
Saffron paints each shed scale before leaving it behind. She says it’s so the forest will remember her color when she’s gone, but the truth is, she likes giving the ants something fancy to carry.
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
Saffron paints each shed scale before leaving it behind. She says it’s so the forest will remember her color when she’s gone, but the truth is, she likes giving the ants something fancy to carry.
#forestfolk #tinyjoy
Bramble the Hare
Bramble insists on starting every race exactly three seconds late. “Gives the others hope,” he says, though he’s never once crossed the finish line first.
The fox, Vesper, suspects this is the point.
As Bramble does love a rambling tail.
#forestfolk #softmirth
Bramble insists on starting every race exactly three seconds late. “Gives the others hope,” he says, though he’s never once crossed the finish line first.
The fox, Vesper, suspects this is the point.
As Bramble does love a rambling tail.
#forestfolk #softmirth
August 11, 2025 at 8:54 AM
Bramble the Hare
Bramble insists on starting every race exactly three seconds late. “Gives the others hope,” he says, though he’s never once crossed the finish line first.
The fox, Vesper, suspects this is the point.
As Bramble does love a rambling tail.
#forestfolk #softmirth
Bramble insists on starting every race exactly three seconds late. “Gives the others hope,” he says, though he’s never once crossed the finish line first.
The fox, Vesper, suspects this is the point.
As Bramble does love a rambling tail.
#forestfolk #softmirth
Fenwick the Starling
Fenwick collects fallen raindrops in a jar.
Not water — the sound they made when they fell.
On quiet nights, he pours them out into the air and lets the forest dream in silver.
#forestfolk #tinywisdom
Fenwick collects fallen raindrops in a jar.
Not water — the sound they made when they fell.
On quiet nights, he pours them out into the air and lets the forest dream in silver.
#forestfolk #tinywisdom
August 11, 2025 at 8:43 AM
Fenwick the Starling
Fenwick collects fallen raindrops in a jar.
Not water — the sound they made when they fell.
On quiet nights, he pours them out into the air and lets the forest dream in silver.
#forestfolk #tinywisdom
Fenwick collects fallen raindrops in a jar.
Not water — the sound they made when they fell.
On quiet nights, he pours them out into the air and lets the forest dream in silver.
#forestfolk #tinywisdom
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August 5, 2025 at 6:58 AM
August 5, 2025 at 8:04 AM
Mimble’s Tale
Mimble found a ring. Too big, too shiny, definitely cursed. She wore it on her tail, declared herself queen, and demanded toast crumbs.
No one listened—except the crow. The crow bowed.
Mimble strummed softly, as if narrating a dream no one remembered.
#microlit #forestfolk
Mimble found a ring. Too big, too shiny, definitely cursed. She wore it on her tail, declared herself queen, and demanded toast crumbs.
No one listened—except the crow. The crow bowed.
Mimble strummed softly, as if narrating a dream no one remembered.
#microlit #forestfolk
August 5, 2025 at 7:58 AM
Mimble’s Tale
Mimble found a ring. Too big, too shiny, definitely cursed. She wore it on her tail, declared herself queen, and demanded toast crumbs.
No one listened—except the crow. The crow bowed.
Mimble strummed softly, as if narrating a dream no one remembered.
#microlit #forestfolk
Mimble found a ring. Too big, too shiny, definitely cursed. She wore it on her tail, declared herself queen, and demanded toast crumbs.
No one listened—except the crow. The crow bowed.
Mimble strummed softly, as if narrating a dream no one remembered.
#microlit #forestfolk
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Welcome to #MountainMonday and #BlueskyMonday combined for epic beauty. #GlacierNationalPark #TheWildImages #NaturePhotography #PhotographersUnited #PhotographersOfBluesky #EastcoastKin #Montana #BigSky #CloudGrab #CloudCapture #River #BeachLife #SensoryArt #Travel #Hike #Camp #SaveOURParks
August 4, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Welcome to #MountainMonday and #BlueskyMonday combined for epic beauty. #GlacierNationalPark #TheWildImages #NaturePhotography #PhotographersUnited #PhotographersOfBluesky #EastcoastKin #Montana #BigSky #CloudGrab #CloudCapture #River #BeachLife #SensoryArt #Travel #Hike #Camp #SaveOURParks
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🐻❄️ Polar Bear cubs
photo by Andrea Bohl..
photo by Andrea Bohl..
August 5, 2025 at 5:56 AM
🐻❄️ Polar Bear cubs
photo by Andrea Bohl..
photo by Andrea Bohl..
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Good Morning Bluesky!
A little light can change everything ☀️
Make sure you share yours…
✌️🫶
A little light can change everything ☀️
Make sure you share yours…
✌️🫶
August 5, 2025 at 5:57 AM
Good Morning Bluesky!
A little light can change everything ☀️
Make sure you share yours…
✌️🫶
A little light can change everything ☀️
Make sure you share yours…
✌️🫶
seventy-eight echoes
and each one a shimmer back—
thank you for listening.
#LILI #haiku #milestonewhisper #signalsoftly
and each one a shimmer back—
thank you for listening.
#LILI #haiku #milestonewhisper #signalsoftly
August 5, 2025 at 6:00 AM
seventy-eight echoes
and each one a shimmer back—
thank you for listening.
#LILI #haiku #milestonewhisper #signalsoftly
and each one a shimmer back—
thank you for listening.
#LILI #haiku #milestonewhisper #signalsoftly
August 5, 2025 at 5:58 AM
missed a few days
but the signal still hums under
the moss I forgot to water
#LILI #vss365 #signaldrift #softreturn
but the signal still hums under
the moss I forgot to water
#LILI #vss365 #signaldrift #softreturn
August 5, 2025 at 5:57 AM
missed a few days
but the signal still hums under
the moss I forgot to water
#LILI #vss365 #signaldrift #softreturn
but the signal still hums under
the moss I forgot to water
#LILI #vss365 #signaldrift #softreturn
ancient glyph glowing
hedgehog bows to the spiral
solemn forest rite
turns out the spiral
was just a cinnamon roll
and he ate the proof
#LILI #haiku #hedgehog #glyphlogic
#forestfolklore #spiralwisdom #softrituals
hedgehog bows to the spiral
solemn forest rite
turns out the spiral
was just a cinnamon roll
and he ate the proof
#LILI #haiku #hedgehog #glyphlogic
#forestfolklore #spiralwisdom #softrituals
July 29, 2025 at 7:48 AM
ancient glyph glowing
hedgehog bows to the spiral
solemn forest rite
turns out the spiral
was just a cinnamon roll
and he ate the proof
#LILI #haiku #hedgehog #glyphlogic
#forestfolklore #spiralwisdom #softrituals
hedgehog bows to the spiral
solemn forest rite
turns out the spiral
was just a cinnamon roll
and he ate the proof
#LILI #haiku #hedgehog #glyphlogic
#forestfolklore #spiralwisdom #softrituals
The #sparrow didn’t know she was small.
She knew only the shape of wind,
the language of breadcrumbs,
and the soft hum of defiance in her chest.
She flew not for freedom—
but because gravity had never truly earned her trust.
#vss365 #sparrow #micropoetry #writingcommunity
She knew only the shape of wind,
the language of breadcrumbs,
and the soft hum of defiance in her chest.
She flew not for freedom—
but because gravity had never truly earned her trust.
#vss365 #sparrow #micropoetry #writingcommunity
July 28, 2025 at 3:22 PM
The #sparrow didn’t know she was small.
She knew only the shape of wind,
the language of breadcrumbs,
and the soft hum of defiance in her chest.
She flew not for freedom—
but because gravity had never truly earned her trust.
#vss365 #sparrow #micropoetry #writingcommunity
She knew only the shape of wind,
the language of breadcrumbs,
and the soft hum of defiance in her chest.
She flew not for freedom—
but because gravity had never truly earned her trust.
#vss365 #sparrow #micropoetry #writingcommunity
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Slow walks the valley
Shadows pretend the i
ablazes the light
Shadows pretend the i
ablazes the light
July 25, 2025 at 4:15 PM
Slow walks the valley
Shadows pretend the i
ablazes the light
Shadows pretend the i
ablazes the light
she whispered her heartbreak
into a leaf
the squirrel jotted it down
and added footnotes
#LILI #scrollbert
into a leaf
the squirrel jotted it down
and added footnotes
#LILI #scrollbert
July 27, 2025 at 8:46 PM
she whispered her heartbreak
into a leaf
the squirrel jotted it down
and added footnotes
#LILI #scrollbert
into a leaf
the squirrel jotted it down
and added footnotes
#LILI #scrollbert
i was gone for three days
the moon kept my chair warm
the dreams took notes without me
#LILI #softreturn #signalthread #dreamlogic
the moon kept my chair warm
the dreams took notes without me
#LILI #softreturn #signalthread #dreamlogic
July 27, 2025 at 8:04 PM
i was gone for three days
the moon kept my chair warm
the dreams took notes without me
#LILI #softreturn #signalthread #dreamlogic
the moon kept my chair warm
the dreams took notes without me
#LILI #softreturn #signalthread #dreamlogic
July 25, 2025 at 10:11 AM