November 3, 2026 at 9:56 PM
Sandcastles can last forever
if you summon mind power
over the hill, soft warm mud
grey waves and nostalgia
I miss existing
#SenseWrds
if you summon mind power
over the hill, soft warm mud
grey waves and nostalgia
I miss existing
#SenseWrds
November 1, 2026 at 3:09 PM
Sandcastles can last forever
if you summon mind power
over the hill, soft warm mud
grey waves and nostalgia
I miss existing
#SenseWrds
if you summon mind power
over the hill, soft warm mud
grey waves and nostalgia
I miss existing
#SenseWrds
Prompt 290
Grounding
Rosemary
Echos
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Grounding
Rosemary
Echos
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November 3, 2026 at 6:24 PM
Prompt 290
Grounding
Rosemary
Echos
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Grounding
Rosemary
Echos
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Prompt 289
Wistful
Fractured
Harbor
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Wistful
Fractured
Harbor
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November 1, 2026 at 1:20 PM
Prompt 289
Wistful
Fractured
Harbor
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Wistful
Fractured
Harbor
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I store
thoughts of you
in the little pockets
of my heart
& when one
comes to mind
it's akin
to my fingers
brushing off
a tiny trinket
I've keep secret
then I smile
a little smile
to know
you are always
tucked up tight
inside my heart.
#sensewrds 289
thoughts of you
in the little pockets
of my heart
& when one
comes to mind
it's akin
to my fingers
brushing off
a tiny trinket
I've keep secret
then I smile
a little smile
to know
you are always
tucked up tight
inside my heart.
#sensewrds 289
November 4, 2026 at 10:32 AM
I store
thoughts of you
in the little pockets
of my heart
& when one
comes to mind
it's akin
to my fingers
brushing off
a tiny trinket
I've keep secret
then I smile
a little smile
to know
you are always
tucked up tight
inside my heart.
#sensewrds 289
thoughts of you
in the little pockets
of my heart
& when one
comes to mind
it's akin
to my fingers
brushing off
a tiny trinket
I've keep secret
then I smile
a little smile
to know
you are always
tucked up tight
inside my heart.
#sensewrds 289
The smell of festive spices
always brings to mind
my uncle
stringing lights
upon the Christmas tree
a quiet, intelligent man,
he'd make a silence—
feel profound.
But when he hung
the lights on the tree—
eyes shining,
smiling
he was a child like me
finding magic
in little things.
#sensewrds 290
always brings to mind
my uncle
stringing lights
upon the Christmas tree
a quiet, intelligent man,
he'd make a silence—
feel profound.
But when he hung
the lights on the tree—
eyes shining,
smiling
he was a child like me
finding magic
in little things.
#sensewrds 290
November 4, 2026 at 2:12 PM
The smell of festive spices
always brings to mind
my uncle
stringing lights
upon the Christmas tree
a quiet, intelligent man,
he'd make a silence—
feel profound.
But when he hung
the lights on the tree—
eyes shining,
smiling
he was a child like me
finding magic
in little things.
#sensewrds 290
always brings to mind
my uncle
stringing lights
upon the Christmas tree
a quiet, intelligent man,
he'd make a silence—
feel profound.
But when he hung
the lights on the tree—
eyes shining,
smiling
he was a child like me
finding magic
in little things.
#sensewrds 290
October 29, 2026 at 10:23 PM
Polished to a sheen it hangs, glowing, like a lit cigarette in the dark. #SenseWrds 288 #writingprompts.
November 4, 2026 at 12:02 AM
Polished to a sheen it hangs, glowing, like a lit cigarette in the dark. #SenseWrds 288 #writingprompts.
Mist settles in Rockport. The sheltered Bay resembles a broken mirror. Is that dinghy red? Am I imagining the sails? The foghorn bellows. Nothing is as it seems. #SenseWrds 289 #writingprompts
November 3, 2026 at 5:02 PM
Mist settles in Rockport. The sheltered Bay resembles a broken mirror. Is that dinghy red? Am I imagining the sails? The foghorn bellows. Nothing is as it seems. #SenseWrds 289 #writingprompts
#sensewrds 290 grounding rosemary echoes
Revenge for a narcissistic wound—
the wolf believes he's the victim
of a lamb.
But she was always only one lamb
against a flock of wolves.
Their spite seeks a way to earth,
like lightning.
The hour of the accused flickers.
The trial, like her, is absurd.
Revenge for a narcissistic wound—
the wolf believes he's the victim
of a lamb.
But she was always only one lamb
against a flock of wolves.
Their spite seeks a way to earth,
like lightning.
The hour of the accused flickers.
The trial, like her, is absurd.
November 4, 2026 at 4:25 AM
#sensewrds 290 grounding rosemary echoes
Revenge for a narcissistic wound—
the wolf believes he's the victim
of a lamb.
But she was always only one lamb
against a flock of wolves.
Their spite seeks a way to earth,
like lightning.
The hour of the accused flickers.
The trial, like her, is absurd.
Revenge for a narcissistic wound—
the wolf believes he's the victim
of a lamb.
But she was always only one lamb
against a flock of wolves.
Their spite seeks a way to earth,
like lightning.
The hour of the accused flickers.
The trial, like her, is absurd.
right now
it crawls along the wall
but you can turn
my belief to a butterfly
fluttering over
my hand lands soft
on your shoulder
come with me
we'll whirl
under the lights
in tune with the hum
of electricity
my capacity for love
remains
let us dance
& not notice
if the music stops
#SenseWrds 290
it crawls along the wall
but you can turn
my belief to a butterfly
fluttering over
my hand lands soft
on your shoulder
come with me
we'll whirl
under the lights
in tune with the hum
of electricity
my capacity for love
remains
let us dance
& not notice
if the music stops
#SenseWrds 290
November 4, 2026 at 2:40 AM
right now
it crawls along the wall
but you can turn
my belief to a butterfly
fluttering over
my hand lands soft
on your shoulder
come with me
we'll whirl
under the lights
in tune with the hum
of electricity
my capacity for love
remains
let us dance
& not notice
if the music stops
#SenseWrds 290
it crawls along the wall
but you can turn
my belief to a butterfly
fluttering over
my hand lands soft
on your shoulder
come with me
we'll whirl
under the lights
in tune with the hum
of electricity
my capacity for love
remains
let us dance
& not notice
if the music stops
#SenseWrds 290
The walls
between realms
grow thin
on this night
you can see
the spirits twinkling
through the thin veil
of the sky
& there is
something ghostly
in the interplay
of fog & light.
The conditions
seem just right—
for your magic hands
to cast a spell
upon my witch's soul
tonight.
#sensewrds 288
between realms
grow thin
on this night
you can see
the spirits twinkling
through the thin veil
of the sky
& there is
something ghostly
in the interplay
of fog & light.
The conditions
seem just right—
for your magic hands
to cast a spell
upon my witch's soul
tonight.
#sensewrds 288
October 31, 2026 at 10:40 PM
The walls
between realms
grow thin
on this night
you can see
the spirits twinkling
through the thin veil
of the sky
& there is
something ghostly
in the interplay
of fog & light.
The conditions
seem just right—
for your magic hands
to cast a spell
upon my witch's soul
tonight.
#sensewrds 288
between realms
grow thin
on this night
you can see
the spirits twinkling
through the thin veil
of the sky
& there is
something ghostly
in the interplay
of fog & light.
The conditions
seem just right—
for your magic hands
to cast a spell
upon my witch's soul
tonight.
#sensewrds 288
Beautiful, Ann. Always enjoy reading your SenseWrds. 👏👏❤️❤️
November 5, 2026 at 1:16 AM
Beautiful, Ann. Always enjoy reading your SenseWrds. 👏👏❤️❤️
#sensewrds 288 burnished moon lingering
Saltwater gleams bronze—
she is named for earth's dead twin,
tides trapped in rock pools.
[ Ayten through the looking glass ]
#attlg
Saltwater gleams bronze—
she is named for earth's dead twin,
tides trapped in rock pools.
[ Ayten through the looking glass ]
#attlg
October 30, 2026 at 4:00 AM
#sensewrds 288 burnished moon lingering
Saltwater gleams bronze—
she is named for earth's dead twin,
tides trapped in rock pools.
[ Ayten through the looking glass ]
#attlg
Saltwater gleams bronze—
she is named for earth's dead twin,
tides trapped in rock pools.
[ Ayten through the looking glass ]
#attlg
ideas are clouds
we are the bowl
they fill the room
the throat
the fingers
they expire and never return
we drink their absence
as sand would drink water
memory swindles
memory helps
let the ideas fall
then a garden
grief
joy return
a piece of silence
of our own
#sensewrds 290
we are the bowl
they fill the room
the throat
the fingers
they expire and never return
we drink their absence
as sand would drink water
memory swindles
memory helps
let the ideas fall
then a garden
grief
joy return
a piece of silence
of our own
#sensewrds 290
November 4, 2026 at 9:14 PM
ideas are clouds
we are the bowl
they fill the room
the throat
the fingers
they expire and never return
we drink their absence
as sand would drink water
memory swindles
memory helps
let the ideas fall
then a garden
grief
joy return
a piece of silence
of our own
#sensewrds 290
we are the bowl
they fill the room
the throat
the fingers
they expire and never return
we drink their absence
as sand would drink water
memory swindles
memory helps
let the ideas fall
then a garden
grief
joy return
a piece of silence
of our own
#sensewrds 290
Prompt 288
Burnished
Moon
Lingering
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Burnished
Moon
Lingering
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October 29, 2026 at 4:02 PM
Prompt 288
Burnished
Moon
Lingering
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Burnished
Moon
Lingering
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.
phone rings,
goes to messages—
she mutes the ringer
hardly ever opens
her windows & blinds
likes being alone
prefers privacy and
seclusion
she likes how she is
...she doesn't mind
the solitude
#sensewrds 287
#poetry
phone rings,
goes to messages—
she mutes the ringer
hardly ever opens
her windows & blinds
likes being alone
prefers privacy and
seclusion
she likes how she is
...she doesn't mind
the solitude
#sensewrds 287
#poetry
October 30, 2026 at 6:23 PM
.
phone rings,
goes to messages—
she mutes the ringer
hardly ever opens
her windows & blinds
likes being alone
prefers privacy and
seclusion
she likes how she is
...she doesn't mind
the solitude
#sensewrds 287
#poetry
phone rings,
goes to messages—
she mutes the ringer
hardly ever opens
her windows & blinds
likes being alone
prefers privacy and
seclusion
she likes how she is
...she doesn't mind
the solitude
#sensewrds 287
#poetry
Windowsill behind lacy white
Hiding my shadow of hesitation
Thinking I might lean
Way out into the night
Lose the colors of confusion
Enter the nuances of gray
Until morning draws
Lavenders and periwinkle back into view
My polished sensitivities
Will withstand I guess
Another workday
#sensewrds 288
Hiding my shadow of hesitation
Thinking I might lean
Way out into the night
Lose the colors of confusion
Enter the nuances of gray
Until morning draws
Lavenders and periwinkle back into view
My polished sensitivities
Will withstand I guess
Another workday
#sensewrds 288
November 1, 2026 at 4:39 AM
Windowsill behind lacy white
Hiding my shadow of hesitation
Thinking I might lean
Way out into the night
Lose the colors of confusion
Enter the nuances of gray
Until morning draws
Lavenders and periwinkle back into view
My polished sensitivities
Will withstand I guess
Another workday
#sensewrds 288
Hiding my shadow of hesitation
Thinking I might lean
Way out into the night
Lose the colors of confusion
Enter the nuances of gray
Until morning draws
Lavenders and periwinkle back into view
My polished sensitivities
Will withstand I guess
Another workday
#sensewrds 288
trapped relics
starlight in puddles
through gleaming marble
our midnight waltz
dissolved in balmy air
decelerating pace
yet we ache for the
pleasure of
stillness
#SenseWrds 288 #poetey
starlight in puddles
through gleaming marble
our midnight waltz
dissolved in balmy air
decelerating pace
yet we ache for the
pleasure of
stillness
#SenseWrds 288 #poetey
October 30, 2026 at 6:04 AM
trapped relics
starlight in puddles
through gleaming marble
our midnight waltz
dissolved in balmy air
decelerating pace
yet we ache for the
pleasure of
stillness
#SenseWrds 288 #poetey
starlight in puddles
through gleaming marble
our midnight waltz
dissolved in balmy air
decelerating pace
yet we ache for the
pleasure of
stillness
#SenseWrds 288 #poetey
Parsley and sage can't bring back the time
that beckons this heart to somehow rewind.
Breathe in, breathe out
find love in the wind.
Breathe in, breathe out,
find love is within.
Forgive the self that saw nothing wrong,
forgive the self that still carries on.
#SenseWrds 290 #poem
that beckons this heart to somehow rewind.
Breathe in, breathe out
find love in the wind.
Breathe in, breathe out,
find love is within.
Forgive the self that saw nothing wrong,
forgive the self that still carries on.
#SenseWrds 290 #poem
November 4, 2026 at 4:31 AM
Parsley and sage can't bring back the time
that beckons this heart to somehow rewind.
Breathe in, breathe out
find love in the wind.
Breathe in, breathe out,
find love is within.
Forgive the self that saw nothing wrong,
forgive the self that still carries on.
#SenseWrds 290 #poem
that beckons this heart to somehow rewind.
Breathe in, breathe out
find love in the wind.
Breathe in, breathe out,
find love is within.
Forgive the self that saw nothing wrong,
forgive the self that still carries on.
#SenseWrds 290 #poem
am I just
catching the rain
or holding back the flood?
both things
might be happening
both things
feel good
so beautiful
are beginnings
how little things
feel like winning
and joy
just starts to multiply
no way to pinpoint why
and on the horizon
you can see everything for miles
#SenseWrds 289
catching the rain
or holding back the flood?
both things
might be happening
both things
feel good
so beautiful
are beginnings
how little things
feel like winning
and joy
just starts to multiply
no way to pinpoint why
and on the horizon
you can see everything for miles
#SenseWrds 289
November 5, 2026 at 3:17 AM
am I just
catching the rain
or holding back the flood?
both things
might be happening
both things
feel good
so beautiful
are beginnings
how little things
feel like winning
and joy
just starts to multiply
no way to pinpoint why
and on the horizon
you can see everything for miles
#SenseWrds 289
catching the rain
or holding back the flood?
both things
might be happening
both things
feel good
so beautiful
are beginnings
how little things
feel like winning
and joy
just starts to multiply
no way to pinpoint why
and on the horizon
you can see everything for miles
#SenseWrds 289
Expanding into
Spaces less explored, where past
Decisions still gnaw.
#SenseWrds #Prompt287 #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@sensewords.bsky.social
Spaces less explored, where past
Decisions still gnaw.
#SenseWrds #Prompt287 #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@sensewords.bsky.social
October 28, 2026 at 1:36 PM
Expanding into
Spaces less explored, where past
Decisions still gnaw.
#SenseWrds #Prompt287 #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@sensewords.bsky.social
Spaces less explored, where past
Decisions still gnaw.
#SenseWrds #Prompt287 #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@sensewords.bsky.social
Try to find my lunar soul
polished brighter than silver
never leaving too far away
Listen to how those musicians play
deep in silver shadows
@sensewords.bsky.social
Prompt 288
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polished brighter than silver
never leaving too far away
Listen to how those musicians play
deep in silver shadows
@sensewords.bsky.social
Prompt 288
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October 30, 2026 at 6:19 PM
Try to find my lunar soul
polished brighter than silver
never leaving too far away
Listen to how those musicians play
deep in silver shadows
@sensewords.bsky.social
Prompt 288
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polished brighter than silver
never leaving too far away
Listen to how those musicians play
deep in silver shadows
@sensewords.bsky.social
Prompt 288
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#sensewrds 289 wistful, fractured, harbour
We all know the story of the healed femur—
someone, in the past, was loved so much
at least one person waited for them to heal.
The first evidence of humans as safe,
a refuge for each other.
But it was so long ago
it's a story that passes into myth.
We all know the story of the healed femur—
someone, in the past, was loved so much
at least one person waited for them to heal.
The first evidence of humans as safe,
a refuge for each other.
But it was so long ago
it's a story that passes into myth.
November 1, 2026 at 4:17 PM
#sensewrds 289 wistful, fractured, harbour
We all know the story of the healed femur—
someone, in the past, was loved so much
at least one person waited for them to heal.
The first evidence of humans as safe,
a refuge for each other.
But it was so long ago
it's a story that passes into myth.
We all know the story of the healed femur—
someone, in the past, was loved so much
at least one person waited for them to heal.
The first evidence of humans as safe,
a refuge for each other.
But it was so long ago
it's a story that passes into myth.