Lora Kay
@treefinderpoet.bsky.social
Spirited and Unchurched
Blessings and Grace
Poet - Photographer
Cats - Genealogy
Squirrel-watcher - Knitter
Grandma - Safe for LGBTQ+
Love is love.
#aphantasia
#SelfCare
#Poetry
All photos my own. No DMs. No sales. No ads. No zealots of any stripe.
Blessings and Grace
Poet - Photographer
Cats - Genealogy
Squirrel-watcher - Knitter
Grandma - Safe for LGBTQ+
Love is love.
#aphantasia
#SelfCare
#Poetry
All photos my own. No DMs. No sales. No ads. No zealots of any stripe.
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Lora Kay
@treefinderpoet.bsky.social
· Jun 28
#BlueSkyArtShow #GetOutside #Poetry
Follow the path
Take the bridge
Find your way
To healing inside
. . . Outside
Follow the path
Take the bridge
Find your way
To healing inside
. . . Outside
November 9, 2025 at 9:59 PM
November 7, 2025 at 9:03 PM
#Poetry
P-NEW-MOAN-EE-AH
Pneumonia
Exhausted sleep
Coughing
Exhausted Sleep
Coughing
Mentally Fogged Out
Clumsy
Not Hungry
Thirsty for Ice Water
Coughing
Exhausted Sleep
Pneumonia
P-NEW-MOAN-EE-AH
Pneumonia
Exhausted sleep
Coughing
Exhausted Sleep
Coughing
Mentally Fogged Out
Clumsy
Not Hungry
Thirsty for Ice Water
Coughing
Exhausted Sleep
Pneumonia
November 7, 2025 at 6:41 PM
#Poetry
P-NEW-MOAN-EE-AH
Pneumonia
Exhausted sleep
Coughing
Exhausted Sleep
Coughing
Mentally Fogged Out
Clumsy
Not Hungry
Thirsty for Ice Water
Coughing
Exhausted Sleep
Pneumonia
P-NEW-MOAN-EE-AH
Pneumonia
Exhausted sleep
Coughing
Exhausted Sleep
Coughing
Mentally Fogged Out
Clumsy
Not Hungry
Thirsty for Ice Water
Coughing
Exhausted Sleep
Pneumonia
November 2, 2025 at 7:44 PM
November 2, 2025 at 7:41 PM
November 2, 2025 at 3:53 PM
November 2, 2025 at 3:27 AM
#Poetry
I have felt the stirring of the spirit
And found the peace it brings
Not in christian community
But where a still small voice sings.
Outdoors, indoors, wherever
The spirit speaks to me
I feel that deep calm settle
And I'm who I mean to be.
I have felt the stirring of the spirit
And found the peace it brings
Not in christian community
But where a still small voice sings.
Outdoors, indoors, wherever
The spirit speaks to me
I feel that deep calm settle
And I'm who I mean to be.
November 2, 2025 at 2:30 AM
#Poetry
I have felt the stirring of the spirit
And found the peace it brings
Not in christian community
But where a still small voice sings.
Outdoors, indoors, wherever
The spirit speaks to me
I feel that deep calm settle
And I'm who I mean to be.
I have felt the stirring of the spirit
And found the peace it brings
Not in christian community
But where a still small voice sings.
Outdoors, indoors, wherever
The spirit speaks to me
I feel that deep calm settle
And I'm who I mean to be.
#Poetry
So much anger,
Such disdain.
Yurrip? I have yet to see
All of Amurricah.
Won’t you come to my church
With me?
I want you to be
The “right” kind of people.
Different is scary.
How did I find the courage
To walk away?
So much anger,
Such disdain.
Yurrip? I have yet to see
All of Amurricah.
Won’t you come to my church
With me?
I want you to be
The “right” kind of people.
Different is scary.
How did I find the courage
To walk away?
November 1, 2025 at 6:19 PM
#Poetry
So much anger,
Such disdain.
Yurrip? I have yet to see
All of Amurricah.
Won’t you come to my church
With me?
I want you to be
The “right” kind of people.
Different is scary.
How did I find the courage
To walk away?
So much anger,
Such disdain.
Yurrip? I have yet to see
All of Amurricah.
Won’t you come to my church
With me?
I want you to be
The “right” kind of people.
Different is scary.
How did I find the courage
To walk away?
#Memories #Disappointment #Poetry
i found the calendars,
still wrapped in plastic,
I had sent each year
at Chistmastime.
Pretty pictures yet unopened.
Time unspent. Gifts unused.
Closeted with other secrets.
Death revealed them all.
i found the calendars,
still wrapped in plastic,
I had sent each year
at Chistmastime.
Pretty pictures yet unopened.
Time unspent. Gifts unused.
Closeted with other secrets.
Death revealed them all.
November 1, 2025 at 6:03 PM
#Memories #Disappointment #Poetry
i found the calendars,
still wrapped in plastic,
I had sent each year
at Chistmastime.
Pretty pictures yet unopened.
Time unspent. Gifts unused.
Closeted with other secrets.
Death revealed them all.
i found the calendars,
still wrapped in plastic,
I had sent each year
at Chistmastime.
Pretty pictures yet unopened.
Time unspent. Gifts unused.
Closeted with other secrets.
Death revealed them all.
October 26, 2025 at 5:56 AM
Sign in Otranto Italy
October 25, 2025 at 9:59 AM
Sign in Otranto Italy
October 23, 2025 at 7:08 PM
October 23, 2025 at 7:07 PM
#Poetry
Traveling in ancestor footsteps
I feel the connection
With the sun, the sea,
The sky, the land.
Time disappears
And the world stands still.
Traveling in ancestor footsteps
I feel the connection
With the sun, the sea,
The sky, the land.
Time disappears
And the world stands still.
October 22, 2025 at 9:47 AM
#Poetry
Traveling in ancestor footsteps
I feel the connection
With the sun, the sea,
The sky, the land.
Time disappears
And the world stands still.
Traveling in ancestor footsteps
I feel the connection
With the sun, the sea,
The sky, the land.
Time disappears
And the world stands still.
October 22, 2025 at 4:42 AM
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