DW Keene

I must #travel far, it seems, to understanding Something I have yet to find The mechanics escape me I am fallible in a world where I have raised my own fog to merge with the flowers of others dressed now in dew and mist Freedom has such a sweet scent #vss365

It was also reputed that in the past it had been possible for living people to enter those places – even ska’akh’mi| itself [underworld, lit., under-the-ground place] – and to return alive and whole, but for an age of time no one who set out to #travel there had ever come back. #vss365

Good times shine on the day Oddly they disperse on the bad Friends travel rocky roads The laughs on those bumps Sometimes graze It's how we met Shooting that humpback bridge #vss365

the far flung thoughts of spring travel to the ground the fire of summer has turned leaves to yellows, reds, and burnished brown let us paint and detail the splendor of the present, the future and the past let us not diminish beauty because it didn't happen or because it didn't last #vss365

Days and tempers shorten Nights lengthen as do confused fights Yawns profuse at any time The Veil of Between thins Another presence Tests the barrier Candles wait for the taper To return sense #inkmine #Vss365

Time is heavy, squashed into a condensed fold. Little has been done besides ridiculous collections Attempting to fill the black hole Left by you This you never saw, Mum, nor the girl It was created for But mostly, unlike you, it is finished I grieve still Perhaps forever Until we meet again #poetry

#2wordprompt It could not be a coincidence that the missing ships held cargo. The intrigue was what were the pirates searching for, for too often they were found on a smaller trade route. Floating abandoned in space hives, full instead of empty The crews had no memory so rumours of data theft grew

A wedge forming between us I may have inadvertently begun That taper I didn't see the clues You couldn't see through the cloud blanket I should have known It was too good to be true #vss365

The streets are full of ghosts. Half are mine. I angered them in less than an hour. Now the street lights shimmer in the rain and reflections flicker between the concrete &glass. They haunt yet they'll not let me join with them. Not yet, they say. Live. Be joy. Finish the ink story. #fromoneline 434

Series of instances of a route missing a ship's arrival Hate deemed the key Alien beliefs clashing the airways With this and that #2wordprompt

A mile of river Heart lifts at the stream Rilling once more After the rain #vss365

This was it. This was where Ilyna got beheaded in the city square, maybe. Or tossed out to fall #miles from the edge of the bridge. She stuck out her chin at the Lord Protector. “You should have better guards.” He raised an eyebrow at her impudence. “In fact, it was too easy to get in.” #vss365

The space between us Potential white space The distance between us Miles Maybe I have found the key To unlock both Draw that space to zero I fear I will drop it In all the white noise #vss365

Rory groaned as he checked the map. The quest marker blinked in an are #miles away from the nearest fast travel transit point. Which meant monsters, and odd terrain, and more monsters. But, bonus, probably a lot of resources to harvest, if he could be even bothered. Best to just go for it. #vss365

#MyFirstBirdoftheDay A grey heron up to its thighs in the newly fed river with a crow and pigeon flying in different directions. The sky was on fire.

Scurrying through the undergrowth Hanging from a tree Mouse and squirrel share a trait or two Commitment and doubt Family urges the first The second instinctive to self preservation Although the lyre bird hints Is this the mate for me? I'm more like them Than I think #vss365

Sometimes walls are not enough Homes seem slight against the wind Every bird needs a nest Light a fire against the cold The weather is often our ruler and king Everybody needs to feel protected Run to your shelter

Hello Wild Walk #writers Fungus on the lawn, Hydra's heads emerge to spawn From dormant colony. Your word today is #Fungus Use the image/word to inspire your writing. #WildWalkPrompt #prompt #writesky #blueskypoets #writingprompt #nature #5amwritersclub

one life changing awaited moment festered into offensive dust destroyed confidence confiscated trust now taking time to readjust making a #second #chance a must with #another lasting #commitment #vss365 #inkMine #peotry #blueskypoets

between longing and belonging a restless moon forever drawing me into your arms #Poetry my 📷

#BraveWrite #vss365 #tanka #haiku #Poetry #commitment #photography depression drowning me in what we almost had yet bluer than blue my #commitment ran to the stars while yours set them on fire while we both ascribed the end #fueling in the eyes of one another 💙🕊️ youtu.be/Nu7aOan-lds?si…

My son told me I was lost and the message faded. He was right. But how I un-lost wasn't part of the message. Bits, like distant stars in a huge sky, peeked here and there but the whole remained untouched. There were no more second chances. My nine lives were gone. #inkmine

Don’t give up the ghost! Writers: two days remain to get your worlds and words of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and More into #SciFanSat before our submissions close on October 22nd at scifansat.com/landing.html! #SFF #AmWritingScifi #AmWritingFantasy #WritingPrompts

The little #fueling flickered, its luminosity burning blue, it flew from the gas hob to dance a sleepy brew, sending sleepers deeper into sugarplum dreams while a mop of fairies ran ragged wetting those brows, trying to dampen the flame before fuel for the fuelling the sleepers became. #vss365

They began to come across signs of habitation; baked mud houses with straw #roofs gradually wisping off on the #breeze. They were home now only to nesting birds and small animals that skittered #nervously away from them. #WIPSnips #2WordPrompt #vss365

Cursor blinks waiting in the corner Input input with each blink The ghost inside fading Whispers Do you like what you created? Are you pleased with your deconstruction? Decommissioned cursive fueling A blinking cursor sitting in a blind corner Virused blank from your work #vss365

Ilyna damned her curiosity, her need to outdo everyone else, #fuelled by an ego that surprised herself sometimes, and now that curiosity & ego had got her into this. Probably got her dead, too. The Lord Protector hadn’t been out of his office. He was right there, stating at her, curiously. #vss365

It's hard to fly high when you're #nervous of falling, It's hard to run fast when you're comfortable crawling. It's hard to cross seas when you're frightened of sailing. Success, though, tastes best when there's risk of you failing. #vss365

I took hold of a paintbrush and just splattered the sky but it kept on shifting by the second like life itself never static full of curious shapes I got lost in the end not knowing where to turn just lay in the grass and then painted my mind @sonnetsmith.bsky.social #Sky #WildWalkPrompt

Sundown came, the lunar shifts happened, and the couple dealt with the inconvenience of fixing dinner as werewolves in a too-small kitchen. “My family always freaked out at full moon,” she said. He chopped onions. “Not mine! We stayed in and played board games.” #vss #sff

#vss365 Did you accrue enough sleep tokens to dream tonight? Or will it be a warm socket, reliving your past lives? Sammy never sleeps, her nervous energy infinite. My watch reminds me to process emotions. Not sure what these are, but I might find them in a slot machine.

#emoetry

Ilyna wasn’t even a little bit #nervous. Well, maybe a little. Or more than a little. But she was in the Lord Protector’s palace! How could she not be? That didn’t stop her searching for the man’s office, though, to find out what he knew about her score. Only, when she did, she found more. #vss365

The days, ah the days Sound fills my heart Nervous approach at each entry The nights are dark I grant The unknown shuffling for a little space Tis the evening I wait for Wishing it was filled with you #vss365

Lip service due Boredom drools over the fast paced training Reality states They're going do what they do Why bother with the utube? Ticks a box Been at this game too long #vss365

The music in my ear A cacophonic negative I do not care to listen too This issue is an undeniable fact The music beyond An emotion, I, You Can't resist Training does not help The heart goes beyond Trivia We embrace If We are Wise Things outside Are Beautiful #vss365

#lottery 🌿 #vss365 Her favorite number remains the length of a lottery ticket; and their secret. It's like a password for heaven's sake. It begins with 94 months of 23 days each. It's a different system; designed to keep us on our toes.

Rory debated with himself whether, what appeared to be, lightning adorned #sneakers were really in keeping with Esme’s entire thoroughly witchified witch aesthetic. He could simply ignore the incongruity, but he was a role-player at heart. They just wouldn’t work. On his other characters? #vss365

sneakers snagged upon the wire a hanging tied together apart one ascendant top of a lop sided smile days floating there until the wind took them down slick lace rasping to the tarmac no one found them though not where they fell only a fox solitary at the wake #vss365 #sneakers

Now the need to focus,organise,prepare Sifting the needs and add priority Leave space for the unexpected Blend the different voices Retimetable life #vss365

the day you were born i won the #lottery of a lifetime In Memory of My Son 🩵

Our last rocket breaches space as fascists and food rioters smash our doors. They will never touch it. Golden records. Enshrined knowledge. Our gift to the civilizations that will come after us. Awaiting, gleaming in Luna’s arms… Within her crater of Tycho. #vss #sff

Unexpected dabble into AI I C it's limits and bland replies It can do a lot But always it needs A human I Unfooled by its 1st person speak It's never going to understand Nor have a finger to hit return Still, too many will be fooled into giving Up their mind #vss365

Days left unfocused, the cast of a lottery Bank accounts yield to the pressure Empties faster than a sink Unexpected smile wins the moon #vss365

My grandfather's walking stick came as a surprise. I didn't know she'd kept it. She hadn't gotten along with him, nor he her. Dad hadn't reached his height. A piece of wood that'd made me groan. Now I share my walks with them, point to different things for each. My shoes are comfy. #fromoneline 432