the pain
the memory
the pain
after the joypain
the joy
the memory again
the pain
the memory
the again, again
the joypainmemory
the joy
again again
again
#LossLit | #JoyLit
#poetry
the pain
the memory
the pain
after the joypain
the joy
the memory again
the pain
the memory
the again, again
the joypainmemory
the joy
again again
again
#LossLit | #JoyLit
#poetry
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@yenooi.bsky.social @fhaedra.bsky.social @salenagodden.bsky.social @donall7.bsky.social @janicedempsey.bsky.social @rustyniall.bsky.social @anitagovan.bsky.social @arjimanuelpillai.bsky.social
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#LossLit
#JoyLit
@losslit.bsky.social
We’ll see you next Wednesday, 9pm - 11pm UK Time.
#LossLit
#JoyLit
@losslit.bsky.social
place to put them
hands
ever moving
what thoughtsare
what thoughts aren’t
vapor in a rondo
vellum collage
blue soundtrack
constant swirl
vein of red
to follow
#losslit
#joylit
@losslit.bsky.social
place to put them
hands
ever moving
what thoughtsare
what thoughts aren’t
vapor in a rondo
vellum collage
blue soundtrack
constant swirl
vein of red
to follow
#losslit
#joylit
@losslit.bsky.social
my window at the passing
pictures and I forgot all
about the time difference (again) and therefore about contributing anything at all to #losslit
but I feel alright because
hey, I’m on the train looking
out at passing pictures so
that must be a #joylit in any time zone.🪶
Green glow peacefully on the glassy dew
Holding a nest steadfast
That Dove is a Phoenix
Those flames were cowards
The new seed is Brave
Love Lives
#losslit #joylit #poetry #BraveWrite
Green glow peacefully on the glassy dew
Holding a nest steadfast
That Dove is a Phoenix
Those flames were cowards
The new seed is Brave
Love Lives
#losslit #joylit #poetry #BraveWrite
Just attempting to stir it up here in the sky. Because. I like it.🪶
tipping beak into the columbine
had breathed its final breath
Not another funeral thought I
but sighed and readied
leaned to take hold his softness
And the thrush spread its wings
alighting on the cherry tree to chirp a stern human go away!
I’m okay🪶🕊️🪶
#LossLit (then) #Joylit
as I cut thin strips of buttered ghost
for you both to dip in your borange goop.
#LossLit / #JoyLit
#prompt
as I cut thin strips of buttered ghost
for you both to dip in your borange goop.
#LossLit / #JoyLit
#prompt