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𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭/𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫.
𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐏.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭.
𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐞.
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⏾
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫.
𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬.
𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: http://www.amazon.com/author/susanbocinecterry
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦: www.instagram.com/sbwordmuse/
𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐏.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭.
𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐠𝐞𝐞.
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ⏾
𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫.
𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬.
𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬: http://www.amazon.com/author/susanbocinecterry
𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦: www.instagram.com/sbwordmuse/
Reposted by 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱. 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜🖋 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐌𝐬! 🚫
If I am to be alone, I will take the moon as my friend.
November 22, 2025 at 11:43 PM
If I am to be alone, I will take the moon as my friend.
Reposted by 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱. 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜🖋 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐌𝐬! 🚫
The thin line of the
new crescent moon,
like a water color
painting in the sky,
soon to sink behind
the edge of sunset.
s.b.
#poetry #moon #sunset #waxingcrescentmoon
new crescent moon,
like a water color
painting in the sky,
soon to sink behind
the edge of sunset.
s.b.
#poetry #moon #sunset #waxingcrescentmoon
November 22, 2025 at 10:40 PM
The thin line of the
new crescent moon,
like a water color
painting in the sky,
soon to sink behind
the edge of sunset.
s.b.
#poetry #moon #sunset #waxingcrescentmoon
new crescent moon,
like a water color
painting in the sky,
soon to sink behind
the edge of sunset.
s.b.
#poetry #moon #sunset #waxingcrescentmoon
Reposted by 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱. 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜🖋 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐌𝐬! 🚫
The soup spoon
I keep wetting
my lips with,
thinking about
holy water and
waiting for my fire
inside to flare
up sending
smoke signals
to the heavens.
s.b.
#poetry
I keep wetting
my lips with,
thinking about
holy water and
waiting for my fire
inside to flare
up sending
smoke signals
to the heavens.
s.b.
#poetry
November 22, 2025 at 6:00 PM
The soup spoon
I keep wetting
my lips with,
thinking about
holy water and
waiting for my fire
inside to flare
up sending
smoke signals
to the heavens.
s.b.
#poetry
I keep wetting
my lips with,
thinking about
holy water and
waiting for my fire
inside to flare
up sending
smoke signals
to the heavens.
s.b.
#poetry
Reposted by 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱. 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜🖋 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐌𝐬! 🚫
If it’s your calling, it will keep calling.
November 22, 2025 at 2:58 PM
If it’s your calling, it will keep calling.
Reposted by 𝚂𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗 𝙱. 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜🖋 𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐌𝐬! 🚫
“The Pain After Her Decision”
by SUIMA (suima0626)
by SUIMA (suima0626)
November 21, 2025 at 9:04 PM
“The Pain After Her Decision”
by SUIMA (suima0626)
by SUIMA (suima0626)
If I am to be alone, I will take the moon as my friend.
November 22, 2025 at 11:43 PM
If I am to be alone, I will take the moon as my friend.
The thin line of the
new crescent moon,
like a water color
painting in the sky,
soon to sink behind
the edge of sunset.
s.b.
#poetry #moon #sunset #waxingcrescentmoon
new crescent moon,
like a water color
painting in the sky,
soon to sink behind
the edge of sunset.
s.b.
#poetry #moon #sunset #waxingcrescentmoon
November 22, 2025 at 10:40 PM
The thin line of the
new crescent moon,
like a water color
painting in the sky,
soon to sink behind
the edge of sunset.
s.b.
#poetry #moon #sunset #waxingcrescentmoon
new crescent moon,
like a water color
painting in the sky,
soon to sink behind
the edge of sunset.
s.b.
#poetry #moon #sunset #waxingcrescentmoon
The soup spoon
I keep wetting
my lips with,
thinking about
holy water and
waiting for my fire
inside to flare
up sending
smoke signals
to the heavens.
s.b.
#poetry
I keep wetting
my lips with,
thinking about
holy water and
waiting for my fire
inside to flare
up sending
smoke signals
to the heavens.
s.b.
#poetry
November 22, 2025 at 6:00 PM
The soup spoon
I keep wetting
my lips with,
thinking about
holy water and
waiting for my fire
inside to flare
up sending
smoke signals
to the heavens.
s.b.
#poetry
I keep wetting
my lips with,
thinking about
holy water and
waiting for my fire
inside to flare
up sending
smoke signals
to the heavens.
s.b.
#poetry
If it’s your calling, it will keep calling.
November 22, 2025 at 2:58 PM
If it’s your calling, it will keep calling.
Piano's gentle touch,
like a lover's embrace.
The season of change,
takes us to a new place.
—Whiskey’s Ridge
like a lover's embrace.
The season of change,
takes us to a new place.
—Whiskey’s Ridge
November 22, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Piano's gentle touch,
like a lover's embrace.
The season of change,
takes us to a new place.
—Whiskey’s Ridge
like a lover's embrace.
The season of change,
takes us to a new place.
—Whiskey’s Ridge
A canvas of stars.
The smell of a
flickering fire
on a moonless night.
* new moon
s.b.
The smell of a
flickering fire
on a moonless night.
* new moon
s.b.
November 22, 2025 at 12:00 AM
A canvas of stars.
The smell of a
flickering fire
on a moonless night.
* new moon
s.b.
The smell of a
flickering fire
on a moonless night.
* new moon
s.b.
We spend our lives waiting for something to happen, and the only thing that happens is life, but sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully.
November 21, 2025 at 10:59 PM
We spend our lives waiting for something to happen, and the only thing that happens is life, but sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully.
“The Pain After Her Decision”
by SUIMA (suima0626)
by SUIMA (suima0626)
November 21, 2025 at 9:04 PM
“The Pain After Her Decision”
by SUIMA (suima0626)
by SUIMA (suima0626)
Travel…
As much as you can.
As far as you can
As long as you can.
I am traveling as much as possible before the killing frost.
#poetry #travel #roadtrips #autumn
As much as you can.
As far as you can
As long as you can.
I am traveling as much as possible before the killing frost.
#poetry #travel #roadtrips #autumn
November 21, 2025 at 4:12 PM
Travel…
As much as you can.
As far as you can
As long as you can.
I am traveling as much as possible before the killing frost.
#poetry #travel #roadtrips #autumn
As much as you can.
As far as you can
As long as you can.
I am traveling as much as possible before the killing frost.
#poetry #travel #roadtrips #autumn
The sky is so open because it never closes its eyes and every day it starts fresh with a new shade of blue, clouds, and sunlight. Infinitely out stretched arms to catch every wish that touches all the magic it holds.
November 21, 2025 at 1:11 PM
The sky is so open because it never closes its eyes and every day it starts fresh with a new shade of blue, clouds, and sunlight. Infinitely out stretched arms to catch every wish that touches all the magic it holds.
A moment in time,
stargazing on a dark
new moon night. ✨
stargazing on a dark
new moon night. ✨
November 20, 2025 at 11:01 PM
A moment in time,
stargazing on a dark
new moon night. ✨
stargazing on a dark
new moon night. ✨
Meet me where
the trees have
begun sending
love notes to
autumn.
s.b.
the trees have
begun sending
love notes to
autumn.
s.b.
November 20, 2025 at 7:14 PM
Meet me where
the trees have
begun sending
love notes to
autumn.
s.b.
the trees have
begun sending
love notes to
autumn.
s.b.
If they tell me that
you are on the other
side of a bridge and
that you wait for me,
I will cross that bridge.
Tell me which is the
bridge that separates
your life from mine,
in what black hour,
in what rainy city,
in what world without
light is that bridge—
I will cross it.
#poetry
you are on the other
side of a bridge and
that you wait for me,
I will cross that bridge.
Tell me which is the
bridge that separates
your life from mine,
in what black hour,
in what rainy city,
in what world without
light is that bridge—
I will cross it.
#poetry
November 20, 2025 at 2:34 PM
If they tell me that
you are on the other
side of a bridge and
that you wait for me,
I will cross that bridge.
Tell me which is the
bridge that separates
your life from mine,
in what black hour,
in what rainy city,
in what world without
light is that bridge—
I will cross it.
#poetry
you are on the other
side of a bridge and
that you wait for me,
I will cross that bridge.
Tell me which is the
bridge that separates
your life from mine,
in what black hour,
in what rainy city,
in what world without
light is that bridge—
I will cross it.
#poetry
Remember this:
The magic is not in the coffee, it's in what you think about while drinking it. ☕️
Strive for good thoughts.
The magic is not in the coffee, it's in what you think about while drinking it. ☕️
Strive for good thoughts.
November 20, 2025 at 12:26 PM
Remember this:
The magic is not in the coffee, it's in what you think about while drinking it. ☕️
Strive for good thoughts.
The magic is not in the coffee, it's in what you think about while drinking it. ☕️
Strive for good thoughts.
I haven’t been on here all day. I spent the day at a Christmas castle, a tea room for lunch, and shopping.
November 19, 2025 at 11:00 PM
I haven’t been on here all day. I spent the day at a Christmas castle, a tea room for lunch, and shopping.
Another day of autumn walking. It feels so good.
November 18, 2025 at 6:54 PM
Another day of autumn walking. It feels so good.
There is no sense in wishing
the minutes and years
could come back when we
know they never will.
Melancholy as we are,
we spend half our lives
wasting time and the
other half wanting it back.
s.b.
#musings
the minutes and years
could come back when we
know they never will.
Melancholy as we are,
we spend half our lives
wasting time and the
other half wanting it back.
s.b.
#musings
November 18, 2025 at 6:52 PM
There is no sense in wishing
the minutes and years
could come back when we
know they never will.
Melancholy as we are,
we spend half our lives
wasting time and the
other half wanting it back.
s.b.
#musings
the minutes and years
could come back when we
know they never will.
Melancholy as we are,
we spend half our lives
wasting time and the
other half wanting it back.
s.b.
#musings
Sending out hopeful vibes this day.
November 18, 2025 at 12:57 PM
Sending out hopeful vibes this day.