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Rachel McDonald

@softlywild.bsky.social

Poet; writer; imagination is everything. 💫 Lover of shapes left over from cutting out shapes; the sea; humming and the rain.

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Bohumila Author @bohumilao.bsky.social · last yr.

I opened a book And the sun flooded my soul Never more alone. #bridahaiku #haiku #poetry #poem #book

Merril D. Smith @merrildsmith.bsky.social · last yr.

Good morning! I suppose I've continued last week's theme into this week's #PoemsAbout #NeverForget Thank you once again @alanparry83.bsky.social and @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for this forum. I will be back in a bit to read--depending on how severe the storms are coming our way!

Poem
At the Borderline of Intangible

You can’t see the specks of stardust,
that scattered light beyond our vision,
infrareds, ultraviolets—
the blackholes that zip around us, drift
like our ghosts--

shadows almost seen.

You nearly forgot
the cold touch that brushed your cheek
with thoughts from the past,
a dream voice that called your name,

this time you woke,
this time you remembered

how the rain fell, a virga of possibility,
a deluge of inevitability
carrying flecks of all of us,
of everything,

the light.

Kate @k8star-p.bsky.social · last yr.

#PoemsAbout #NeverForget @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #poetry #poem

Sue Ibrahim @sueimnw.bsky.social · last yr.

For this week's #PoemsAbout #NeverForget an old poem in memory of my Dad, but new to here, and fitting, I hope. With thanks to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social and all those taking part. Will catch up with others later.

Paul @paulwritespoems.bsky.social · last yr.

For #PoemsAbout #NeverForget here is a piece called Summer Fade, a rework of an old poem of mine. Looking forward to reading others work throughout the day. Thanks to @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social for cultivating this community of writers 🙏

Summer Fade

I see the underskin twine
barely holding your life together,
cherry and plum threads
unraveling in midsummer twilight.

I tell myself it’s just the shade.

A lie I can live with
a lie to make you live - longer -
than the moulding bouquet
existing on the windowsill,
the lead crystal heavy with death
of mulching carnations and tulip stems.
I don’t know why no-one has replaced them—
but I do really.

When your head turns to face me
sometimes there’s a glint of silver
recognition in your moonswell eyes—
and the slightest cup of a smile held
on your saltstubble lips,
lasting no longer than a heartbeat.

When you retreat into the security
of the peppermint blanket,
dry tears scold my throat
while sterile walls, return my stare
unable to offer the answers
I hope for.

Eleanor Holmes | Eliot North @eleanorholmes.bsky.social · last yr.

#poemsabout #neverforget Fantastic theme with a brilliant multiplicity of responses @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social

barter

we used to exchange rhubarb, for advice
a barter that left both feeling warmer

i was jealous of his Russian hat collection
he of my fluency in matters of the heart

healthcare titbits and NHS navigation
for freshly dug carrots, leeks, the odd spud

it seemed to me Fred had life sorted
my own was falling apart, I didn’t let on

his wife was in and out of hospital
until one day, she wasn’t any more

a bag of onions left on my doorstep
the exchange one-sided and raw.

John Adlam FRSA 🌈🌍@johnadlam.bsky.social · last yr.

#PoemsAbout #NeverForget Something on the stove, not yet cooked. But I must re-share this, 1st published @asylummagazine.bsky.social, about my Mum's Alzheimer's, when, like Persephone, she was still in and out of the world rather than gone away💔🙏 @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social

Persephone says

Persephone says that she dreams of the snow’s soft falling.
She sits in the shade all alone and she thinks
that there’s nothing worth learning, and no-one worth calling.

Persephone says she no longer remembers her reasons
for returning. Her pomegranate days seem palely out of synch
with the pull and the yearning of the seasons.

Persephone says she no longer believes in the meaning
of those small things that used to sustain her. Most nights, she drinks.
The woodlands are burning. She wearies of her long inbetweening.

Laura Cooney *Motherbunnet* on sale @lozzawriting.bsky.social · last yr.

For @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #poemsabout #neverforget a poem about my grandmother. I wrote this a while back but edited it a bit for today as short on time this week. Hope it works ok. @alanparry83.bsky.social Alt included. #poetsonbluesky #prompt #poetry #poems

Flask

A Tenby, sand-crust afternoon
one souvenir mug,
because I thought Tenby was 'Denby.'
We laughed, bathed our toes.
The ebb of the still water of time lay upon us.

There's only approximately
one fettered mug of her left
one place left to visit,
I can almost taste her scones.
I'll never make it to Ardnamurchan.

One cup of granny by the shore.
she'd have spat out her tea at that,
"one lump or two?" She'd have squealed.

Gerhard Oevermann 🐦‍⬛@oevermann.bsky.social · last yr.

Memorial #poem #poetry #writing

Memorial

You are not gone.
You’ve become
the silence just after birdsong,
the light that clings to the edge of leaves.

I walk where we once stood
and time does not behave—
it folds, it flickers,
it forgets to move forward.

Your name
lives in the spaces between mine.
In breath. In shadow.
In the ache that follows beauty.

-Gerhard Oevermann

C. Oulens @owlnsquirrels1111.bsky.social · last yr.

A haiku as submission 2, for #PoemsAbout #NeverForget @brokenspinearts.bsky.social @alanparry83.bsky.social #Haiku #senryu #blueskypoets #blueskypoetry #poetrycommunity #poems #poetry #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writing #inspiration

An art work showing a bunch of small petal flowers on a braid-like entanglements with a ribbon knot at the bottom. The following haiku:

fingers tuck forget-
me-nots in my tied tresses

— a knot traced in throat

- C. Oulens

Art: ©️Nirabhra (with artist’s permission)

Rachel McDonald @softlywild.bsky.social · last yr.

Here’s a contribution to #PoemsAbout #Don’tForget @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social Thank you for reading 💫

Bobby-David Mitchell @bdmpoet.bsky.social · last yr.

Waiting to Return (Revised Version) - this was actually a poem I wrote in high school that I revisited and revised a couple of years ago. #poetry #poet #poem #poems #revision

Meraki @meraki-k.bsky.social · last yr.

sunset over the sea a streak of auburn in her hair #haiku

JRBHaiku @jrbhaiku.bsky.social · last yr.

bouquet of lilies gifted to my valentine fire in my hearth #DailyHaikuPrompt (hearth, lily) #haiku

Amy Borgman @amyborgman.bsky.social · last yr.

at the bird feeder the comings and goings of precious migrants #dailyhaikuprompt (gleaner) #micropoetry #haiku

Scriberly @nomadwriter.bsky.social · last yr.

His scent was sweet #Vellichor infused And she couldn’t get enough; His spine was the binding Of a hundred days, lost at sea His lips still salted with mystery And a lingering thrill That her teeth itched To bite into And she could read all his life From the parchment Fluttering in his gaze #vss365

INK_John @intjohn.bsky.social · last yr.

After the exorcism, she didn’t vanish No blaze, no cry—only quiet She lingered, soot-stained and hollow, fingers ghosting where the blaze had carved its name in bone Yet her heart—defiant, unbeholden—kept beating Not for penance, nor mercy, nor grace, but for the chance to begin again #BlueSkyRelay

Gabe Valentine ~ hiatus ~🐬🌊🏝️🧜🐳@poetguygabe.bsky.social · last yr.

Some say you can lose your heart but don't lose your head, but my head is nowhere to be found when my heart is madly in love with someone or some thing. I say lose your head open your #heart get it broken again and again pick up the pieces and put yourself back together one more time #blueskyrelay

Raymh @rayhourigan.bsky.social · last yr.

In swansong, elegy of effigies, Masked visages that carry Eulogies through entropy's seas, Terrible lovers, unable to marry, Too melancholic for dread, All hail the victorious dead. #vss365 #elegy #writing #writingcommunity #verse #poem

Rachel McDonald @softlywild.bsky.social · last yr.

#poem #poet #poetry #writingcommunity

david wiggins @wordingway.bsky.social · last yr.

∴ karma coils sunwise latchkin teases sedge-braid picks hares cough out cunning · fern-fletched, a crow shrugs leaflust clues sense moss-stitch clefts sly briars unlock ∴ #vss365 #haikufeels #PoemsAbout #Green @alanparry83.bsky.social @brokenspinearts.bsky.social #writingcommunity

Moxyris @moxyris.bsky.social · last yr.

When we suppress who we truly are, our minds sense the disconnect and register it as a threat. That’s why people who pretend often feel drained; it takes far more energy to be someone we’re not than to simply be real. Remember, you don’t need to perform for the world. Just be.

@olived2.bsky.social · last yr.

in the morning light a wish comes unbidden soon lost faint hopes lost dreams beating on the windows of a night so dark the ghosts of time

He_art_tree 🌳@producerdave.bsky.social · last yr.

I dreamed of a song shaped like spirals 1 note wide 9 colors deep, just lines of space wrapping sound ~~~~us~~~~ like a voice \folded/ into a __________waterfall and your name, breathing just beneath it. #poetry #photography #poem

Flame of Firedrake @flameoffiredrake.bsky.social · last yr.

She's a girl Of hummingbird hues Climbing up Through clouds Into Land of rainbows Yet She wept Such bitter Heartfelt Tears As Once The grass So spangled With daisy Now cut Their little souls Bled yellow Into darkest green And Her tears Did little To bring them peace