I am black My glue is gold I am the pot dropped As hands forgot to hold Many impacts In time lapse I fold Remoulding implicit In exquisite way I implode I am not fixed Yes shattered to bits But in the mixed up pieces can bend So I am not fixed And there is nothing to mend

our silence quivers skin translating what our lips still refuse to say ✨🖤✨ #quiver #vss365 #haiku

This is the winter of our discontent, the ronin said. The ice storm will wane, but the cold will remain. #vss365 #wane

@blsamaddar a waning moon at the nursing home she shows me the red shoe box stuffed with cards from her son https://t.co/w5ByGB4Ajo #vss365 #wane #relationship #nursinghome #tanka #poetry #micropoetry #poem

#vss365 on borrowed time we held the #waning fire of summer in our hands painted daisies and beads of honeysuckle falling like diamonds your mood darkening with the turn of the leaves the sweet sorrow of an angel fingering the notes of the chill air snow drops hidden in the

#vss365 So many wounded creatures. She loved them all, and she hated them. How could she feed them with tiny slices of self, from the shores of a dying moon? But not there. Too much light. Too many hungry mouths. The thrum of need leaking from their veins. The lines all

- in the garden of the seven silver roses, the soil sparkled like gypsum. the whippoorwills summoned the moon from her whipstitched #wane, eager to please the gardener whose gloves wore unbearable signs of wear, holes where silver seeds could never find purchase. - #vss365

#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #fairytalepoets #soulseedslove #loveletters 💌 #Waning moon against the sable night sky, she a tender light of silent beauty. Charter a course for midnight holds us in starlight shadows cast as moments sailing in a lilac ocean of eventide sunsets!

I watched everything #wane the noise, the pretending, the fear until only what was real had the courage to stay. #vss365 #poetrycommunity #WritingCommunity #prompt #Poet

#vss365 Words begin to fade and #wane Inner noise explodes Maybe it’s me becoming a little insane When words spread doubt in truckloads The Moons poetry understands this pain Its layers of shadows sigh to me in codes

the waning of minds unique, now disordered dreams, now maladaptive imagination, now delusion passion, now hyperfixation critical, now offensive progress, now obedience soul, now sickness #vss365 #wane

words/reading: 🎧 🎤 @LionessPoet art: @gank_art ✨🖤✨

#vss365 #wane she wears the weight of the world as an earring she is not disappearing she is practicing release leaves some stories unfinished let’s others blur on purpose what once demanded flame settles into ember the wane works as not loss but a tender unfastening from

burning questions can she really feel the heat of his words does she know what he seeks tiny little riddles hidden in each syllable on the #cusp of revealing all his secrets #vss365

Maia lived on the #cusp of darkness. She was ageless, one serpent eye, the other milky white. She spent her days braiding the multicolored threads of lives, bringing people together that would otherwise never have met, fulfilling hidden destinies that only she could see. #vss365

The spoken version reorders a few lines…sometimes the poem teaches me how it wants to be said! ✨🖤✨

#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #fairytalepoets #vssromance #loveletters 💌 In a moment frozen on the #cusp of tenderness in the soft silence, he's the heir to moonlight and she's lost in starlight. They're the prelude to a love note interlude by the moon's shadow they lounge as

#vss365 #cusp: A blade of dawn Slicing night into trembling shards of air A loom where silence threads galaxies Each murmur a comet stitched to flame Time stoops, bending into dappled ruse while delight veers like a lantern unmoored and the edge itself sears the void with promise

#vss365 #cusp a thirst-ridden fish flapping fine fins snagged on cusp of revelation on thirsty shore the wet blue rolls in with majesty spreading the ocean like platter of grace water caresses every scale and gill a deep drinking from every pore #cusp #poetrycommunity

words/reading 🎧 🎤: @LionessPoet art: Micheal Howell ✨🖤✨ https://t.co/K8Lkdl8F8l

#vss365 #cusp the waiting room of other futures thin walls practice patience two chairs holding their breath feel his fingers drumming he has studied how hearts begin will take notes on the sound of becoming on the cusp of first image first proof the dusk of Carefree first