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Work in progress. Possibilities: writer, artist, butterfly collector, baby moose rehabilitator. Definitely not: racist, bigot, corporate lawyer, oil lobbyist.

Life on remote play, I’m here But away in some room, dark Musty this tomb I’ll reside or Hide while the signal finds the The host, the address at best I’ll confess at most I’ll get Dressed but stay inside lift My hand to the daylight and Hope an update arrives #vss365 #remote #poetry #prompt

Reality trembles the cracks Reassembled before my eyes I try to remember a time a Place felt solid, complete… Annihilation, my face I see My mind drift to my fingers a Scratch remembers I reach Forward and peel the sky #wildwalkprompt #peeling #poetry #prompt #vssdaily #acid #writingcommunity

Quill of Mnemosyne@sonnetsmith.bsky.social · 5d ago

Hello Wild Walk #writers Paper bark peeling, Revealing rhubarb green trunk Beneath red facade. Your word today is #Peeling Use the image/word to inspire your writing. #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

A portend of the future This augury eclipse The shadows take hold For those seconds split Bold enough to change The claims of a prophet As sinful thoughts, words Race across our lips #wildwalkprompt #eclipse #writingcommunity #poetry

Quill of Mnemosyne@sonnetsmith.bsky.social · 6d ago

Hello Wild Walk #writers Sun submits to dark, Face disguised by unseen moon Still shines beneath mask. Your word today is #Eclipse Use the image/word to inspire your writing. #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

The lesson in kindergarten “Right is hand you write with” So I’ve always been wrong Every turn is second guessed -I still can’t take direction Or write a clean manuscript -Both ink and lead smudged I learned I’ll never be righteous #somethingeveryday #writingcommunity #poetry

Quill of Mnemosyne@sonnetsmith.bsky.social · 6d ago

Apparently today is International #left-handed day! Anyone fancy writing some poetry or prose, or sharing some artwork on the theme of left-handedness? #SomethingEveryday (I feel like this should become a prompt... But I can't really give it the time it deserves...) #writingprompt #prompt #dayof

I can’t find a spoon In my utensil drawer I suspect they are On my son’s floor He eats cereal in bed Of this I am sure But when I tell him I can only find #forks He says “wizards have Absconded the silverware” So flat, matter of fact Like it is known lore Stunned into silence I say no more #vssdaily

#Evil comes in flavors I never once Considered supple flesh & tender kisses To be of her realm Of decadent treats What is evil But the deepest of love Twisted at its roots That takes from the tree It adores Sigh I wish humans realized Time is too short To be pissed off All the time #vss365

Malformed in adolescence By an affluent putrescence My terrapins transformed Into something more Terrifying in appearance They gained omniscience More anthropomorphic Learning to strike, to kick And now I am frightened #wildwalkprompt #terrapin

Quill of Mnemosyne@sonnetsmith.bsky.social · last wk.

Hello Wild Walk #writers Twin terrapins lie Soaking sun at water's edge, Before cooling swim. Your word today is #Terrapin Use the image/word to inspire your writing. #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

I find myself becoming Evolving, into something new Now wider than I was before Squat, and closer to the floor Skin hardening to carapace Swollen hands clamping up The carcinization has began And all roads lead to crab #wildwalkprompt #crab #poetry

Quill of Mnemosyne@sonnetsmith.bsky.social · last wk.

Hello Wild Walk #writers Crab leaves mark on sand, Abandoned shell boldly claims Crustacean waz ere! Your word today is #Crab Use the image/word to inspire your writing. #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

#vss365 I learned to plant seeds Expecting nothing In return Knowing it might take years For one to #sprout But I planted them All the same Organized a bit of fertile ground Kept it warm and fed Talked to it daily And hoped Because hope Was all we had