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Ann Tigone

@anntigone.bsky.social

Poet. Dramatic but lazy. Wistfully nonchalant. Passionately disinterested in oxymorons.

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Ann Tigone@anntigone.bsky.social · last wk.

First time I saw this man perform he talked the ears off us at a Bob Dylan concert— but to hear him sing! Glorious. Last time I saw him was at a pub lock-in in Dublin, where he got everyone up to sing with him & made magic of a mundane evening. What a gem, we'll miss you Glen. 😓😓 💔💔💔

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Jen Thorne@jenthorne.bsky.social · last wk.

@emteepoetry.bsky.social here is my (rather long) offering for your excellent #Perseverance #PromptCombo prompt. I hope you are enjoying your week as host ♥️ @thepaulconnolly.bsky.social @rfsmith.bsky.social @janpsolivagant.bsky.social #Poetry

Life Carries On   I don’t know why I’m still here.  Some days I think it’s spite.  Others, because the dogs need feeding,  the bin needs taking out,  and the kettle’s already halfway to boiling.    I’ve learned to live in the small things. The hum of the fridge,  the ache in my knees on cold mornings,  the way the light lands on the washing up  and makes it look like art.    I’ve been broken in places  no one ever saw.  I’ve stitched myself up with words I never read aloud. Poems folded into notebook corners. Unwitnessed outpourings at three a.m., while the rest of the house snores me a soundtrack.   They were never for anyone else.  Just me.  A way to bleed cleanly,  to scream unheard,  to remember I was still here.   I’ve been the girl who left, the woman who returned. the daughter who watched her parents fade, wallpaper curling in the sun. The wife who watched her husband heal, a bright dawn after a long night.   The mother who watched her children bloom, soaring foxgloves dancing in sunlight.   I’ve been the one who stayed, when staying felt like drowning.    I don’t pretend it’s easy.  but I’ve seen enough storms through these windows to know I am safe in my home.  and when the next one comes,  I’ll find my footing.  I always do
Emily Tee@emteepoetry.bsky.social · last wk.

Thanks to Ronnie for last week's #PromptCombo. This week tag me, @emteepoetry.bsky.social for the prompt #Perseverance. I'm including a poem of mine published about a year ago in The Poetry Lighthouse 🙏 and a photo I took back in January Looking forward to reading your poems!

February Grace@februarygrace.bsky.social · last wk.

I used to believe in messages written in the stars; signs like shells washed up upon the sandy shore I don’t believe that anymore, but one thing I know for sure is you exist in this world and that’s sign enough for me to believe I’m meant to exist too #MPPrompt

Malachy Moran@malformed-poetry.bsky.social · last wk.

Today’s #poetryprompt: Write me a poem about a sign from the universe. #MPPrompt I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts

Ann Tigone@anntigone.bsky.social · last wk.

My soul contains a wobble like the unsteady leg of a table— keeping me off-balance, always set up for a fall I once tried to stick a beer mat under it, but the stability unnerved me turns out my soul only knows how to traverse this world just a little bit off kilter. #mpprompt

Malachy Moran@malformed-poetry.bsky.social · last wk.

Today’s #poetryprompt: I’m obsessed with the word wobble, and whether or not it can be serious. Can your write a serious poem with the word wobble in it? #MPPrompt I repost replies Follow for daily prompts

Jen Thorne@jenthorne.bsky.social · last wk.

@phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social I am loving #Tritina week so far 🩵🩵🩵 Here is my offering to the #PoetsOfDoom #WaterMoon @daveashleypoet.bsky.social 🖤 @sonnetsmith.bsky.social 💚

Moon's Promise We paused our kiss, letting breath rise toward the sky The moon glowed round and patient, sharpening our faces And you vowed our love would live forever in that smile We trusted youth and the ease of every smile Believing nothing could unmake the constellations of our sky Or dim the light we carried in our faces But time is a sculptor, and it reshaped our faces The moon grew distant, unable to restore the smile We once shared beneath the shelter of its sky Only the sky remembers the faces that once shared a smile with the moon.
Steve Silas Hendrickson (Petal)@phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social · last wk.

It is my turn to host #PoetsOfDOom this week, so I shall deliver: Your instructions are shown below, I can't wait to see your pieces. Tag my fellow hosts as well! @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @jenthorne.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writesky #prompt

Ann Tigone@anntigone.bsky.social · last wk.

What more of the universe's signs need I divine when I see you in every sunrise? when each soft breeze through the trees whispers your name when the moon smiles your smile & the stars twinkle with the light in your eyes when I find you woven like a golden thread through everything. #mpprompt

Malachy Moran@malformed-poetry.bsky.social · last wk.

Today’s #poetryprompt: Write me a poem about a sign from the universe. #MPPrompt I repost replies. Follow for daily prompts