"Stormlight in April"
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Select LATEST,
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from April 1–30.
“Where storms become poems.”
#AprilStormlight
Follow my 30-day verse series at this link (bsky.app/hashtag/AprilStormlight).
Select LATEST,
then scroll to the end
to read in order,
from April 1–30.
“Where storms become poems.”
#AprilStormlight
April 9, 2026 at 9:33 PM
"Stormlight in April"
Follow my 30-day verse series at this link (bsky.app/hashtag/AprilStormlight).
Select LATEST,
then scroll to the end
to read in order,
from April 1–30.
“Where storms become poems.”
#AprilStormlight
Follow my 30-day verse series at this link (bsky.app/hashtag/AprilStormlight).
Select LATEST,
then scroll to the end
to read in order,
from April 1–30.
“Where storms become poems.”
#AprilStormlight
Apr. 10
Shivering tulips stretch,
petals confide to the sun.
Joy pulses along each fold,
expression blooms
without a sound.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt shivering tulips #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Shivering tulips stretch,
petals confide to the sun.
Joy pulses along each fold,
expression blooms
without a sound.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt shivering tulips #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
April 9, 2026 at 9:33 PM
Apr. 10
Shivering tulips stretch,
petals confide to the sun.
Joy pulses along each fold,
expression blooms
without a sound.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt shivering tulips #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Shivering tulips stretch,
petals confide to the sun.
Joy pulses along each fold,
expression blooms
without a sound.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt shivering tulips #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 29
Fractured earthworms shift
beneath steel-ploughed midnight fields.
Furrows cut ancient continuity;
damp soil presses into split earth,
slow with turning life.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt fractured earthworms #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Fractured earthworms shift
beneath steel-ploughed midnight fields.
Furrows cut ancient continuity;
damp soil presses into split earth,
slow with turning life.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt fractured earthworms #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
We don't inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.
(Native American)
Ivan Eyre
(Native American)
Ivan Eyre
April 29, 2026 at 5:45 AM
Apr. 29
Fractured earthworms shift
beneath steel-ploughed midnight fields.
Furrows cut ancient continuity;
damp soil presses into split earth,
slow with turning life.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt fractured earthworms #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Fractured earthworms shift
beneath steel-ploughed midnight fields.
Furrows cut ancient continuity;
damp soil presses into split earth,
slow with turning life.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt fractured earthworms #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 7
Howling winds
troubled the branches,
as remorse unsettles
the delicate bark
of memory.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt howling winds #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Howling winds
troubled the branches,
as remorse unsettles
the delicate bark
of memory.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt howling winds #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
April 6, 2026 at 9:18 PM
Apr. 7
Howling winds
troubled the branches,
as remorse unsettles
the delicate bark
of memory.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt howling winds #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Howling winds
troubled the branches,
as remorse unsettles
the delicate bark
of memory.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt howling winds #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 3
Moonlight penetrates
the naked snowy forest,
trembling sparrows stir—
fragile pulses of life
skittering across
silvered branches.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt trembling sparrow #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Moonlight penetrates
the naked snowy forest,
trembling sparrows stir—
fragile pulses of life
skittering across
silvered branches.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt trembling sparrow #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
April 5, 2026 at 7:19 AM
Apr. 3
Moonlight penetrates
the naked snowy forest,
trembling sparrows stir—
fragile pulses of life
skittering across
silvered branches.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt trembling sparrow #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Moonlight penetrates
the naked snowy forest,
trembling sparrows stir—
fragile pulses of life
skittering across
silvered branches.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt trembling sparrow #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 18
Iridescent fog lay
upon the fields,
spreading from the river
into resting pastures,
as a bride moves
through a wooden hall,
pausing, lifting her veil,
fading away,
leaving the lanterns
dimmer in her passing.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt iridescent fog #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Iridescent fog lay
upon the fields,
spreading from the river
into resting pastures,
as a bride moves
through a wooden hall,
pausing, lifting her veil,
fading away,
leaving the lanterns
dimmer in her passing.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt iridescent fog #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Anastasia Trusova (Russian Artist, born 1989)
"Lilac Fog", 2020.
Acrylic on Canvas,
"Lilac Fog", 2020.
Acrylic on Canvas,
April 18, 2026 at 6:52 AM
Apr. 18
Iridescent fog lay
upon the fields,
spreading from the river
into resting pastures,
as a bride moves
through a wooden hall,
pausing, lifting her veil,
fading away,
leaving the lanterns
dimmer in her passing.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt iridescent fog #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Iridescent fog lay
upon the fields,
spreading from the river
into resting pastures,
as a bride moves
through a wooden hall,
pausing, lifting her veil,
fading away,
leaving the lanterns
dimmer in her passing.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt iridescent fog #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 2
Morningside
presses close,
obsidian showers
trace the mind’s
unspoken fractures.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt obsidian showers #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Morningside
presses close,
obsidian showers
trace the mind’s
unspoken fractures.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt obsidian showers #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Sunshine and Showers.
Cullin, Isle of Skye.
Julian Mason.
Morningside Gallery Edinburgh
Cullin, Isle of Skye.
Julian Mason.
Morningside Gallery Edinburgh
April 5, 2026 at 7:19 AM
Apr. 2
Morningside
presses close,
obsidian showers
trace the mind’s
unspoken fractures.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt obsidian showers #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Morningside
presses close,
obsidian showers
trace the mind’s
unspoken fractures.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt obsidian showers #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 20
Suffocating sunlight leans
through the open doorway,
African lilies glazed in
unmoving brightness,
dry earth cracking
beyond the threshold,
trees holding a strained,
reluctant green.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt suffocating sunlight #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Suffocating sunlight leans
through the open doorway,
African lilies glazed in
unmoving brightness,
dry earth cracking
beyond the threshold,
trees holding a strained,
reluctant green.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt suffocating sunlight #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
“Summer Doorway with African Lilies”, 1948
Phyllis Dodd, (1899-1995)
Phyllis Dodd, (1899-1995)
April 20, 2026 at 6:17 AM
Apr. 20
Suffocating sunlight leans
through the open doorway,
African lilies glazed in
unmoving brightness,
dry earth cracking
beyond the threshold,
trees holding a strained,
reluctant green.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt suffocating sunlight #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Suffocating sunlight leans
through the open doorway,
African lilies glazed in
unmoving brightness,
dry earth cracking
beyond the threshold,
trees holding a strained,
reluctant green.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt suffocating sunlight #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 15
Mottled frost gathers
on interior glass,
Thought presses faintly
into the cooled surface,
A threshold forms between
breath and fractured light—
Winter arranges silence
into patterned skin.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt mottled frost #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Mottled frost gathers
on interior glass,
Thought presses faintly
into the cooled surface,
A threshold forms between
breath and fractured light—
Winter arranges silence
into patterned skin.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt mottled frost #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
"Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze."
- Robert Frost, Wind and a Window Flower
(art: Ronald Lampitt)
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze."
- Robert Frost, Wind and a Window Flower
(art: Ronald Lampitt)
April 14, 2026 at 8:52 PM
Apr. 15
Mottled frost gathers
on interior glass,
Thought presses faintly
into the cooled surface,
A threshold forms between
breath and fractured light—
Winter arranges silence
into patterned skin.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt mottled frost #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Mottled frost gathers
on interior glass,
Thought presses faintly
into the cooled surface,
A threshold forms between
breath and fractured light—
Winter arranges silence
into patterned skin.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt mottled frost #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 1
Trusting volatile crocuses
push through thawed soil,
recoiling at one hard word.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt volatile crocuses #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Trusting volatile crocuses
push through thawed soil,
recoiling at one hard word.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt volatile crocuses #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Peder M Mønsted (1859 - 1941)
"Spring, Blooming Crocuses"
(Frederiksberg Garden),
1933. Oil on canvas
"Spring, Blooming Crocuses"
(Frederiksberg Garden),
1933. Oil on canvas
April 5, 2026 at 7:18 AM
Apr. 1
Trusting volatile crocuses
push through thawed soil,
recoiling at one hard word.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt volatile crocuses #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Trusting volatile crocuses
push through thawed soil,
recoiling at one hard word.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt volatile crocuses #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 8
Absence murmurs
through silent veins,
spectral rainbows arch
toward a distant smile.
Heartstrings tremble
in borrowed light,
and longing bends
across remembered warmth.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt spectral rainbows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Absence murmurs
through silent veins,
spectral rainbows arch
toward a distant smile.
Heartstrings tremble
in borrowed light,
and longing bends
across remembered warmth.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt spectral rainbows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
“When we miss ourselves, we miss everything else.”
Wolfgang Goethe
From The Sorrows of Young Werther
Wolfgang Goethe
From The Sorrows of Young Werther
April 8, 2026 at 6:38 AM
Apr. 8
Absence murmurs
through silent veins,
spectral rainbows arch
toward a distant smile.
Heartstrings tremble
in borrowed light,
and longing bends
across remembered warmth.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt spectral rainbows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Absence murmurs
through silent veins,
spectral rainbows arch
toward a distant smile.
Heartstrings tremble
in borrowed light,
and longing bends
across remembered warmth.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt spectral rainbows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 22
Cobalt downpour erases the horizon
Breath is carried off in its descent
All edges fail into blue persistence
Color remains unbroken
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt cobalt downpour #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Cobalt downpour erases the horizon
Breath is carried off in its descent
All edges fail into blue persistence
Color remains unbroken
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt cobalt downpour #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
“I live; I die; the sea comes over me; it's the blue that lasts.”
― Virginia Woolf, Melymbrosia
Painting by Sir William Orpen, Grace reading at Howth Bay (early 20th century)
― Virginia Woolf, Melymbrosia
Painting by Sir William Orpen, Grace reading at Howth Bay (early 20th century)
April 22, 2026 at 11:17 AM
Apr. 22
Cobalt downpour erases the horizon
Breath is carried off in its descent
All edges fail into blue persistence
Color remains unbroken
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt cobalt downpour #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Cobalt downpour erases the horizon
Breath is carried off in its descent
All edges fail into blue persistence
Color remains unbroken
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt cobalt downpour #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 4
Venomous catkins
clung to the
willow’s breath,
as if longing itself
had learned to
poison spring.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt venomous catkins #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Venomous catkins
clung to the
willow’s breath,
as if longing itself
had learned to
poison spring.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt venomous catkins #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Vincent van Gogh, Garden with a Weeping Willow, 1888.
April 5, 2026 at 7:21 AM
Apr. 4
Venomous catkins
clung to the
willow’s breath,
as if longing itself
had learned to
poison spring.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt venomous catkins #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Venomous catkins
clung to the
willow’s breath,
as if longing itself
had learned to
poison spring.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt venomous catkins #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 5
Fractured rivulets
threaded the thawing field,
like grief finding exits
through a wintered mind.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt fractured rivulets #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Fractured rivulets
threaded the thawing field,
like grief finding exits
through a wintered mind.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt fractured rivulets #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
April 5, 2026 at 6:08 PM
Apr. 5
Fractured rivulets
threaded the thawing field,
like grief finding exits
through a wintered mind.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt fractured rivulets #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Fractured rivulets
threaded the thawing field,
like grief finding exits
through a wintered mind.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt fractured rivulets #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 30
Gilded rainclouds drift
through inner hours,
pressure gathers behind
thin skin of breath;
a cup cools on the table,
faint brass trace at its rim,
brightness settles along
the tongue, unspoken;
jaw tightens once,
then unlocks—
a cool sheen holds
where air thickened.
#BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Gilded rainclouds drift
through inner hours,
pressure gathers behind
thin skin of breath;
a cup cools on the table,
faint brass trace at its rim,
brightness settles along
the tongue, unspoken;
jaw tightens once,
then unlocks—
a cool sheen holds
where air thickened.
#BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
“Home isn't where you're from, it's where you find light when all grows dark.”
Pierce Brown
Carl Larsson - Toys in the Corner, 1887.
Pierce Brown
Carl Larsson - Toys in the Corner, 1887.
April 30, 2026 at 5:56 AM
Apr. 30
Gilded rainclouds drift
through inner hours,
pressure gathers behind
thin skin of breath;
a cup cools on the table,
faint brass trace at its rim,
brightness settles along
the tongue, unspoken;
jaw tightens once,
then unlocks—
a cool sheen holds
where air thickened.
#BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Gilded rainclouds drift
through inner hours,
pressure gathers behind
thin skin of breath;
a cup cools on the table,
faint brass trace at its rim,
brightness settles along
the tongue, unspoken;
jaw tightens once,
then unlocks—
a cool sheen holds
where air thickened.
#BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 25
Splintered rainboots at the table edge
hold speech like water in weakened seams.
Boots carry silence through worn rubber,
until sound leaks through split soles.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt splintered rainboots #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Splintered rainboots at the table edge
hold speech like water in weakened seams.
Boots carry silence through worn rubber,
until sound leaks through split soles.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt splintered rainboots #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Silence at the proper season is wisdom, and better than any speech.
― Plutarch
― Plutarch
April 25, 2026 at 5:53 AM
Apr. 25
Splintered rainboots at the table edge
hold speech like water in weakened seams.
Boots carry silence through worn rubber,
until sound leaks through split soles.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt splintered rainboots #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Splintered rainboots at the table edge
hold speech like water in weakened seams.
Boots carry silence through worn rubber,
until sound leaks through split soles.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt splintered rainboots #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 6
Incandescent mud
slicked the rutted
road at dusk,
still warm where the sun
had refused to leave it.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt incandescent mud #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Incandescent mud
slicked the rutted
road at dusk,
still warm where the sun
had refused to leave it.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt incandescent mud #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
April 6, 2026 at 5:58 AM
Apr. 6
Incandescent mud
slicked the rutted
road at dusk,
still warm where the sun
had refused to leave it.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt incandescent mud #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Incandescent mud
slicked the rutted
road at dusk,
still warm where the sun
had refused to leave it.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt incandescent mud #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 24
Melancholic lambs
hesitate at river stones.
Cold current presses
through wet wool;
each step softens where
silence settles into hooves.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt melancholy lambs #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Melancholic lambs
hesitate at river stones.
Cold current presses
through wet wool;
each step softens where
silence settles into hooves.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt melancholy lambs #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
April 24, 2026 at 6:09 AM
Apr. 24
Melancholic lambs
hesitate at river stones.
Cold current presses
through wet wool;
each step softens where
silence settles into hooves.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt melancholy lambs #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Melancholic lambs
hesitate at river stones.
Cold current presses
through wet wool;
each step softens where
silence settles into hooves.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt melancholy lambs #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 11
Gnarled branches govern the inward terrain,
their contortions refining restraint,
until pressure settles into held shape,
and endurance bears quiet authority.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt gnarled branches #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Gnarled branches govern the inward terrain,
their contortions refining restraint,
until pressure settles into held shape,
and endurance bears quiet authority.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt gnarled branches #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
April 10, 2026 at 9:30 PM
Apr. 11
Gnarled branches govern the inward terrain,
their contortions refining restraint,
until pressure settles into held shape,
and endurance bears quiet authority.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt gnarled branches #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Gnarled branches govern the inward terrain,
their contortions refining restraint,
until pressure settles into held shape,
and endurance bears quiet authority.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt gnarled branches #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 14
Ink seeps through
folded correspondence
paper tightens
under unseen pressure
bleeding magnolias stain
the written surface
language dissolves
into flowering erosion.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt bleeding magnolias #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Ink seeps through
folded correspondence
paper tightens
under unseen pressure
bleeding magnolias stain
the written surface
language dissolves
into flowering erosion.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt bleeding magnolias #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
April 14, 2026 at 10:58 AM
Apr. 14
Ink seeps through
folded correspondence
paper tightens
under unseen pressure
bleeding magnolias stain
the written surface
language dissolves
into flowering erosion.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt bleeding magnolias #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Ink seeps through
folded correspondence
paper tightens
under unseen pressure
bleeding magnolias stain
the written surface
language dissolves
into flowering erosion.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt bleeding magnolias #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 9
Rusted wheelbarrows creak in shadow,
scars drip quiet testimony of toil.
Old wounds settle like sedimented rust,
bearing proof that every past was lived.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt rusted wheelbarrows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Rusted wheelbarrows creak in shadow,
scars drip quiet testimony of toil.
Old wounds settle like sedimented rust,
bearing proof that every past was lived.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt rusted wheelbarrows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
'Scars have the strange power
to remind us that our past is real.'
Cormac McCarthy
to remind us that our past is real.'
Cormac McCarthy
April 9, 2026 at 7:42 AM
Apr. 9
Rusted wheelbarrows creak in shadow,
scars drip quiet testimony of toil.
Old wounds settle like sedimented rust,
bearing proof that every past was lived.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt rusted wheelbarrows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Rusted wheelbarrows creak in shadow,
scars drip quiet testimony of toil.
Old wounds settle like sedimented rust,
bearing proof that every past was lived.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt rusted wheelbarrows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 12
Desire reshapes
inner architecture,
drowned fences sinking
through tide and impulse,
need and fear
loosen their grip,
form drifts into
quiet awareness.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt drowned fences #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Desire reshapes
inner architecture,
drowned fences sinking
through tide and impulse,
need and fear
loosen their grip,
form drifts into
quiet awareness.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt drowned fences #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut more deep.
- Hafiz
- Hafiz
April 12, 2026 at 5:52 AM
Apr. 12
Desire reshapes
inner architecture,
drowned fences sinking
through tide and impulse,
need and fear
loosen their grip,
form drifts into
quiet awareness.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt drowned fences #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Desire reshapes
inner architecture,
drowned fences sinking
through tide and impulse,
need and fear
loosen their grip,
form drifts into
quiet awareness.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt drowned fences #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 13
Suppressed memory
accumulates like weather,
a luminous stormfront
along the horizon
of thought,
pressure condensing
into abrupt awareness,
long-held silence
giving way to form.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt luminous stormfront #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Suppressed memory
accumulates like weather,
a luminous stormfront
along the horizon
of thought,
pressure condensing
into abrupt awareness,
long-held silence
giving way to form.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt luminous stormfront #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Grzegorz Jacek Olejniczak (Polish, born 1968)
"Before the Storm", 2025.
Oil on Canvas,
"Before the Storm", 2025.
Oil on Canvas,
April 12, 2026 at 9:15 PM
Apr. 13
Suppressed memory
accumulates like weather,
a luminous stormfront
along the horizon
of thought,
pressure condensing
into abrupt awareness,
long-held silence
giving way to form.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt luminous stormfront #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Suppressed memory
accumulates like weather,
a luminous stormfront
along the horizon
of thought,
pressure condensing
into abrupt awareness,
long-held silence
giving way to form.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt luminous stormfront #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 23
Cemetery wind lowers its hush,
writhing soil lifts under unseen weight,
stone edges soften as pressure sinks deeper,
night gathers within the uneven ground.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt writhing soil #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Cemetery wind lowers its hush,
writhing soil lifts under unseen weight,
stone edges soften as pressure sinks deeper,
night gathers within the uneven ground.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt writhing soil #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Campo Santo Cemetery Art Print – Maynard Dixon
American Southwest 1931
American Southwest 1931
April 23, 2026 at 8:13 AM
Apr. 23
Cemetery wind lowers its hush,
writhing soil lifts under unseen weight,
stone edges soften as pressure sinks deeper,
night gathers within the uneven ground.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt writhing soil #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Cemetery wind lowers its hush,
writhing soil lifts under unseen weight,
stone edges soften as pressure sinks deeper,
night gathers within the uneven ground.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt writhing soil #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Apr. 17
Quaking hedgerows mark
the edge of composure,
where thought holds shape
beneath unseen pressure,
certainty bends without
losing its form,
and stability trembles
under its own strain.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt quaking hedgerows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Quaking hedgerows mark
the edge of composure,
where thought holds shape
beneath unseen pressure,
certainty bends without
losing its form,
and stability trembles
under its own strain.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt quaking hedgerows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
April 16, 2026 at 9:40 PM
Apr. 17
Quaking hedgerows mark
the edge of composure,
where thought holds shape
beneath unseen pressure,
certainty bends without
losing its form,
and stability trembles
under its own strain.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt quaking hedgerows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight
Quaking hedgerows mark
the edge of composure,
where thought holds shape
beneath unseen pressure,
certainty bends without
losing its form,
and stability trembles
under its own strain.
#BlueSkyPoetry #prompt quaking hedgerows #BSPP52 #AprilStormlight