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#vss365 The Flinterloo It emerges after rain, when the world is deciding what shape to be. It travels by a sequence of hops, pauses, and administrative adjustments. No one knows what it eats. One was observed investigating a daisy for three days before becoming distracted. #travel #poetry

#vss365 Gone The hallway light tap er s down a strip of long peeled vinyl, where two coats hang untouched listening for the latch that never turns. #taper #tapers #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 Gone The hallway light tap er s down a strip of long peeled vinyl, where two coats hang untouched listening for the latch that never turns. #taper #tapers #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 The Drawstring I sat on the porch and pulled on the edge of the afternoon, like a loose thread on an old sweater, and before I knew it, I had unr av e l l e d the whole sky and brought sixty miles of darkness right down into my lap. #miles

#vss365 The Doubtmouse Small. Grey. Difficult. The doubtmouse can squeeze itself through openings less than a centimetre wide and questions significantly larger than itself. Its presence is detected when a satisfactory explanation makes tiny scratching noises in the headrow. #doubt #poetry

#vss365 The Doubtmouse Small. Grey. Difficult. The doubtmouse can squeeze itself through openings less than a centimetre wide and questions significantly larger than itself. Its presence is detected when a satisfactory explanation makes tiny scratching noises in the headrow. #doubt #poetry

Happy #fragmentsfriday everyone here's Small Change inspired by the paintings of Hopper. Thanks to @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social & @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for the opportunity to share my poetry & to this week's judge @helenlaycock.bsky.social for stepping up to the plate for such a tough job.

Our judge for the top three this week on #fragmentsfriday Recipient of the 2026 Kathryn Bevis Memorial Prize, Helen Laycock’s poetry has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize (x4) plus the Best of the Net (x4). She has two collections coming out in 2027. @helenlaycock.bsky.social

Maybe I'm getting a little too verbose in my old age but today's #vss365 effort, Second-hand Living, for the prompt #Commitment, was way too long to fit the character restrictions of social media. It also has a rhyme scheme! #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

Maybe I'm getting a little too verbose in my old age but today's #vss365 effort, Second-hand Living, for the prompt #Commitment, was way too long to fit the character restrictions of social media. It also has a rhyme scheme! #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 #prompt #fueling Gosh, I think we all need some nourishment after the bounty of creativity with yesterday's word. 🌟✨ Let's see all the different kinds of sustenance we use to keep us going. Onward and Inward.

My poem for today's #vss365 prompt #nervous, Origa-Me, is a little long for the restrictions of social media but I didnt want to water it down. It's an exploration of time, temporal displacement, & the present being a staging post between the past and the future. #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

My poem for today's #vss365 prompt #nervous, Origa-Me, is a little long for the restrictions of social media but I didnt want to water it down. It's an exploration of time, temporal displacement, & the present being a staging post between the past and the future. #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 Slow E-motion There's no endurance training for a broken heart. It isn't like a marathon. It's sitting on the porch in an oversized jumper, watching a cup fall off the table and taking three days to hit the ground. #training #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 Slow E-motion There's no endurance training for a broken heart. It isn't like a marathon. It's sitting on the porch in an oversized jumper, watching a cup fall off the table and taking three days to hit the ground. #training #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 Sneaking Away ​I pack my summer sneakers away in the back of the closet like two rescue dogs clinging onto blades of July grass as I ​pull on heavy boots that smell like salt and cracked leather. #sneakers #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 Sneaking Away ​I pack my summer sneakers away in the back of the closet like two rescue dogs clinging onto blades of July grass as I ​pull on heavy boots that smell like salt and cracked leather. #sneakers #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 Schrodinger's Jackpot The lottery ticket sits face down. Six numbers hold a house on the coast and tomorrow's alarm. Don't flip it. Unread, the job is quit and coffee tastes like millions. Check it, and six p.m. returns with the bins waiting in the rain. #lottery #poetrycommunity

#vss365 Schrodinger's Jackpot The lottery ticket sits face down. Six numbers hold a house on the coast and tomorrow's alarm. Don't flip it. Unread, the job is quit and coffee tastes like millions. Check it, and six p.m. returns with the bins waiting in the rain. #lottery #poetrycommunity

#vss365 Ceasefire the guns fall quiet not from mercy but bandwidth exhaustion i calculate peace it returns undefined a tired wind limps through broken code learning again how to be weathered > system message: war ended unexpectedly > reason: 404 error, no human input detected #unexpected

#vss365 Ceasefire the guns fall quiet not from mercy but bandwidth exhaustion i calculate peace it returns undefined a tired wind limps through broken code learning again how to be weathered > system message: war ended unexpectedly > reason: 404 error, no human input detected #unexpected

Today's #vss365 prompt word #dead conjured up images of bogeymen & nightmares so here's my ode to a twisted fairytale monster, The Clag-Man. A little too long for the restrictions of social media but editing it down felt wrong. #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity

Today's #vss365 prompt word #dead conjured up images of bogeymen & nightmares so here's my ode to a twisted fairytale monster, The Clag-Man. A little too long for the restrictions of social media but editing it down felt wrong. #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity

And to end this thread of #poetry starter packs here’s the third #poetrycommunity starter pack. Please follow and repost

In 2016 Nigel Farage said that leaving the EU would mean fewer (white) migrants from the European Union. Suggesting we would have more (black and brown) migrants from Commonwealth/other countries. So when Brexiters are upset at the migration mix, not only were the told this, but they voted for it.

Today's #vss365 prompt #bravery our current hosts final offering to the poetry gods has reminded me of The Adventurer a Dahlesque poem (sorry for the length) I wrote a couple of years ago but have never shared. It's lighter than my usual offerings but one of my favourites. #poetrycommunity

#vss365 Unworded say any word repeat repeat repeat until it loses its skin. ​keep saying it. ​when the word is gone you are left with the sound your throat makes when you are afraid. ​ #sound #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 Unworded say any word repeat repeat repeat until it loses its skin. ​keep saying it. ​when the word is gone you are left with the sound your throat makes when you are afraid. ​ #sound #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 Pyromedia Headlines lick, flicking calm to panic. A burn, a twist, a timeline turns. We watch it flame, blame clicks. Tricks feed the fire, remembering the embers dis- member. #calm #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #poetry

#vss365 Pyromedia Headlines lick, flicking calm to panic. A burn, a twist, a timeline turns. We watch it flame, blame clicks. Tricks feed the fire, remembering the embers dis- member. #calm #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #poetry

#vss365 Sub-merging I step into the tide, it folds me, calf by calf, your shadow waits beneath. A kiss drifts up my wrist, salt-surf carving paths, pressure gathers where hips begin to #quake. The water rumbles, slow, deep, holl- ow and my body accepts its own d e s c e n t into the weight of you.

#vss365 Sub-merging I step into the tide, it folds me, calf by calf, your shadow waits beneath. A kiss drifts up my wrist, salt-surf carving paths, pressure gathers where hips begin to #quake. The water rumbles, slow, deep, holl- ow and my body accepts its own d e s c e n t into the weight of you.

#vss365 Original the parrot learned the word from a tv in 1994. ​sin, it says. sin, sin, sin. ​it doesn't know God. it doesn't know the apple or the snake. ​it says it to the seed dish, to the mirror, to the cuttlefish. it says it until it's just a whistle with a sharp edge. #sin #poetrycommunity

#vss365 Original the parrot learned the word from a tv in 1994. ​sin, it says. sin, sin, sin. ​it doesn't know God. it doesn't know the apple or the snake. ​it says it to the seed dish, to the mirror, to the cuttlefish. it says it until it's just a whistle with a sharp edge. #sin #poetrycommunity

For today's #vss365 prompt #Island a handbrake turn from my usual style to more satirical, humorous (possibly 🤣) and rhyming! poetry on the woes of Reality TV. It's also a little too long for the restrictions of social media 🙄. Enjoy 😉 #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity

For today's #vss365 prompt #Island a handbrake turn from my usual style to more satirical, humorous (possibly 🤣) and rhyming! poetry on the woes of Reality TV. It's also a little too long for the restrictions of social media 🙄. Enjoy 😉 #poetry #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity

Here's my offering for this week's #TopTweetTuesday it's about humour without being noticeably humourous. Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social & @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for the inspiration. #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #humour

#vss365 Under Whelm Dark wet air keeps its distance, badly. Windows tremble without admitting why. A sail lifts half-remembering a boat. Breath draws a lung full of coastline, grit misfiled in the inhale. The horizon miscounts itself, twice, the sky spits a harsh, unfinished word. #sail

#vss365 Under Whelm Dark wet air keeps its distance, badly. Windows tremble without admitting why. A sail lifts half-remembering a boat. Breath draws a lung full of coastline, grit misfiled in the inhale. The horizon miscounts itself, twice, the sky spits a harsh, unfinished word. #sail

Here's my offering for this week's #TopTweetTuesday it's about humour without being noticeably humourous. Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social & @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for the inspiration. #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #humour

#vss365 Distant a plastic chair floats in the hotel pool like an upturned beetle bar open blender whirrs on the tile rum ice pineapple pulp a hurricane taking roofs off in the hills down here the reggae covers the rumble sip the frost off the glass you paid for the all-inclusive #hurricane

#vss365 Distant a plastic chair floats in the hotel pool like an upturned beetle bar open blender whirrs on the tile rum ice pineapple pulp a hurricane taking roofs off in the hills down here the reggae covers the rumble sip the frost off the glass you paid for the all-inclusive #hurricane

#vss365 Metal Breach black sand no gulls just iron filings in the air harbour water yellow with tannery drain a dead battery bubbling in the bilge taste of tin eyes soured throat salted the water doesn't wash it stains #harbour #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 Metal Breach black sand no gulls just iron filings in the air harbour water yellow with tannery drain a dead battery bubbling in the bilge taste of tin eyes soured throat salted the water doesn't wash it stains #harbour #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 Dog Days they dangle their meat a cheap lure for the hungry. bark once for a breadcrumb! bow twice for the bishop! i’m chewing their shoes in the corner and spitting leather on their new carpet. #lure #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity

#vss365 No Peaking ​I wrote a stanza about a cold mountain to sound properly poetic. ​The system flagged it as "statistically remote." ​Apparently nobody talks about mountains unless they're selling coats. ​So I erased the peak and put the top back on the pen. #mountain #poetrycommunity

#vss365 No Peaking ​I wrote a stanza about a cold mountain to sound properly poetic. ​The system flagged it as "statistically remote." ​Apparently nobody talks about mountains unless they're selling coats. ​So I erased the peak and put the top back on the pen. #mountain #poetrycommunity

Good morning fellow wordsmiths here's, Spoil-age, my winter themed ode for #fragmentsfriday Huge thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social & @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for the opportunity to share my words 🙏 #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #poetry

#vss365 Floorcast At 14:03 the sky asked to be magnificent. Permission was not granted. Clouds returned to standard practice. The birds were informed individually. #cloud #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity

#vss365 Floorcast At 14:03 the sky asked to be magnificent. Permission was not granted. Clouds returned to standard practice. The birds were informed individually. #cloud #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writerscommunity