#Undulate/Late
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sanjar.bsky.social
waves call at late hour
undulating memory
home lies far away

#DailyHaikuPrompt #late #undulate #haiku #blueskypoets #sealovers #photography
August 23, 2025 at 6:01 PM
rayhourigan.bsky.social
You would undulate,
Astride me in mutual
Ecstasy, late nights.
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August 23, 2025 at 10:36 AM
mightyathena.bsky.social
my head in the clouds
it's fun to dilly-dally
larkspurs wave hello

#DailyHaikuPrompt | undulate, late
#haikuchallenge | #larkspur
August 22, 2025 at 9:31 PM
kokopellibfree.bsky.social
A glimmer of Fall.

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View over a leaf-covered pond in Autumn. The trees wear autumnal colours. Written into the grey sky, a haiku: leaves undulate late a sonic glimmer reeks of fallen burdens © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree © Stefanie Neumann - #KBFPhotography
August 23, 2025 at 8:57 AM
jrbhaiku.bsky.social
a late goal
the Mexican crowd
undulates

#DailyHaikuPrompt (Undulate, Late)
#haiku
August 22, 2025 at 8:18 PM
jrbhaiku.bsky.social
my dreaming lady
I lie here and wonder at
her undulations

#DailyHaikuPrompt (Undulate, Late)
#haiku
August 22, 2025 at 8:54 PM
jrbhaiku.bsky.social
Byron Bay sunsrise
a pod of grommets riding
the undulations

#DailyHaikuPrompt (Undulate, Late)
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August 22, 2025 at 8:23 PM
charlipoe.bsky.social
crickets ululate
flies on the late ungulate's tail
undulate

#dailyhaikuprompt
#alittleoverboard
August 23, 2025 at 8:31 PM
borthwickdave.bsky.social
& escape at last light to false horizons of LED as a winter's muck is shifted late & on the fly in ways you do not trust beacons from across the Solway undulate in height as if measurements perhaps of depths of present dark
April 15, 2025 at 8:52 PM
dailyhaikuprompt.mastodon.world.ap.brid.gy
Our Haiku Prompts for August 23-30

Just a prompt to prime the pump. Use it how you will.

Practice may not make perfect but it helps.

North South
08/23 Undulate Late
08/24 Lantern Egg
08/25 Refreshing Grove
08/26 Peaches Butterfly
08/27 Sardines Overcoat
08/28 Vine Barely Spring
08/29 […]
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August 23, 2025 at 2:42 PM
jrbhaiku.bsky.social
Here are this week’s missing #DailyHaikuPrompt words:

08/22 Humid Geese
08/23 Undulate Late

waving the pampass grass
at the Shinjuku station
I said goodbye
--Yamaguchi Seison

#haiku
dailyhaikuprompt.mastodon.world.ap.brid.gy Daily Haiku Prompt @dailyhaikuprompt.mastodon.world.ap.brid.gy · Aug 16
Our Haiku Prompts for August 16-23

Just a prompt to prime the pump. Use it how you will.

I look forward to seeing what you do with them each day.

North South
08/16 Cold Rain Snow
08/17 Decay Seed
08/18 Chill Plum
08/19 Buzz February
08/20 Sail Sunrise
08/21 Potato Spring Sky
08/22 Humid Geese […]
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August 21, 2025 at 8:49 AM
thorgunnells.bsky.social
#DailyHaikuPrompt
#undulatelate

Undulate brave flag
Resistance necessary
Country late not lost
August 23, 2025 at 9:15 PM
sifaseven.bsky.social
North: UNDULATE

snakes #undulate just
under the water's surface
welcome to the swamp

South: LATE

she is always late
the hours pass by so quick
she just loses track

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dailyhaikuprompt.mastodon.world.ap.brid.gy Daily Haiku Prompt @dailyhaikuprompt.mastodon.world.ap.brid.gy · Aug 23
Our Haiku Prompts for August 23-30

Just a prompt to prime the pump. Use it how you will.

Practice may not make perfect but it helps.

North South
08/23 Undulate Late
08/24 Lantern Egg
08/25 Refreshing Grove
08/26 Peaches Butterfly
08/27 Sardines Overcoat
08/28 Vine Barely Spring
08/29 […]
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August 24, 2025 at 3:15 PM
misskitty.art
I guess it's just how #MissKittyArt does things. She knows how to show up late 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ but she does not show up unprepared. 🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️ There are #Skircles. There are lists. There are cats. So many cats. LOL. To end up giving you eight images I go through one or 200. So here's some #wallpaper.
Abstract minimalism vs cubism. Oil painting on raw linen in the style of Huguette Caland, vertical 4:5 orientation. A single tall, statuesque, beautiful lavender Sphynx cat stands gracefully on the curved parapet of an abstract surrealist metropolis whose buildings undulate like soft organic flesh. She is dressed in an avant-garde sculptural caftan of unbleached raw silk featuring a single unbroken, sinuous crimson contour line running down its length over her hairless torso. Soft fields of muted peach, terracotta, and cerulean merge feline form and urban architecture into a sensual, liberated landscape vs French Academic oil painting in the style of Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun, vertical 4:5 framing. Two tall, statuesque, beautiful cats--a silver-shaded Maine Coon and a porcelain-white Cornish Rex--promenade through a fantastic surreal conservatory filled with levitating crystalline flora and classical arches. One is dressed in an avant-garde crimson velvet riding coat with cascading lace jabots, while the other wears an asymmetrical gown of champagne satin. Luminous glazes, delicate whisker details, and sweeping natural drapery showcase unconstrained grace. Abstract minimalism vs cubism. Oil painting on raw linen in the style of Huguette Caland, vertical 4:5 orientation. A single tall, statuesque, beautiful lavender Sphynx cat stands gracefully on the curved parapet of an abstract surrealist metropolis whose buildings undulate like soft organic flesh. She is dressed in an avant-garde sculptural caftan of unbleached raw silk featuring a single unbroken, sinuous crimson contour line running down its length over her hairless torso. Soft fields of muted peach, terracotta, and cerulean merge feline form and urban architecture into a sensual, liberated landscape vs French Academic oil painting in the style of Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun, vertical 4:5 framing. Two tall, statuesque, beautiful cats--a silver-shaded Maine Coon and a porcelain-white Cornish Rex--promenade through a fantastic surreal conservatory filled with levitating crystalline flora and classical arches. One is dressed in an avant-garde crimson velvet riding coat with cascading lace jabots, while the other wears an asymmetrical gown of champagne satin. Luminous glazes, delicate whisker details, and sweeping natural drapery showcase unconstrained grace. Abstract minimalism vs cubism. Oil painting on raw linen in the style of Huguette Caland, vertical 4:5 orientation. A single tall, statuesque, beautiful lavender Sphynx cat stands gracefully on the curved parapet of an abstract surrealist metropolis whose buildings undulate like soft organic flesh. She is dressed in an avant-garde sculptural caftan of unbleached raw silk featuring a single unbroken, sinuous crimson contour line running down its length over her hairless torso. Soft fields of muted peach, terracotta, and cerulean merge feline form and urban architecture into a sensual, liberated landscape vs French Academic oil painting in the style of Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun, vertical 4:5 framing. Two tall, statuesque, beautiful cats--a silver-shaded Maine Coon and a porcelain-white Cornish Rex--promenade through a fantastic surreal conservatory filled with levitating crystalline flora and classical arches. One is dressed in an avant-garde crimson velvet riding coat with cascading lace jabots, while the other wears an asymmetrical gown of champagne satin. Luminous glazes, delicate whisker details, and sweeping natural drapery showcase unconstrained grace. Abstract minimalism vs cubism. Oil painting on raw linen in the style of Huguette Caland, vertical 4:5 orientation. A single tall, statuesque, beautiful lavender Sphynx cat stands gracefully on the curved parapet of an abstract surrealist metropolis whose buildings undulate like soft organic flesh. She is dressed in an avant-garde sculptural caftan of unbleached raw silk featuring a single unbroken, sinuous crimson contour line running down its length over her hairless torso. Soft fields of muted peach, terracotta, and cerulean merge feline form and urban architecture into a sensual, liberated landscape vs French Academic oil painting in the style of Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun, vertical 4:5 framing. Two tall, statuesque, beautiful cats--a silver-shaded Maine Coon and a porcelain-white Cornish Rex--promenade through a fantastic surreal conservatory filled with levitating crystalline flora and classical arches. One is dressed in an avant-garde crimson velvet riding coat with cascading lace jabots, while the other wears an asymmetrical gown of champagne satin. Luminous glazes, delicate whisker details, and sweeping natural drapery showcase unconstrained grace.
September 26, 2026 at 6:08 PM
suzannalundale.bsky.social
Willa Mae caught the movement & knelt, parting the duff with her fingers to reveal a green shoot such as one oughtn't see in October. While she watched, it began to undulate in the still forest. Too late, she made to grab it before it slithered into the earth.
#vsscrossroads
October 24, 2024 at 1:50 AM
masterninjadad.bsky.social
Beneath waters undulate
Spittin verbs salivate
Written words enunciate
My timely friend is never late

Also;
Can I hug and pet you please?
#Petthatdog
April 19, 2025 at 1:15 AM
scifipug.bsky.social
Late sketches for #flicking #Paleostream
The animals are Paleocampa, Nektognathus, Wudingloong, and Mirasaura
Paleocampa, a spiny worm from the Carboniferous crawling in a muddy sunlit river bed, is disyrurbed by a larger animal and releases toxins from its hollow quills as a defense. Paleocampa was first described in 1865 as a caterpillar, then a millipede then a fireworm, and has recently been redescrobed as a venomous freshwater lobopodian, an umbrella term for soft leggy worms distantly related to arthropods velvet worm and tardigtadres Nektognathus an aquatic gnathiferan worm related to modern arrow worms chases a shoal of early arthropods, Isoxys, through the deep Cambrian ocean. The dark water is peppered with marine snow and bioluminescent plankton. The small segmented bug in the corner is the predatory arthropod Kiisortoqia. My main regret is not making the fins of Nektognathus undulate and flutter Two early sauropodomorph dinosaurs,Wudingloong, chilling. One is standing normally while the other is resting up showing his cool arms. A small reptile, Mirasaura , with a sail of feathers on its back basks in the sun resting on a fern. The sun shines through its sail. Mirasaura is a bizzare Triassic reptile called a drepanosaur and their “feathers” appeared millions of years before birds
July 30, 2025 at 10:58 PM
screamingblue7.bsky.social
Morktober 2025 – Scales

Item - Mermaid Rainbow Chimes "It was not their sound but the way the light of the setting sun reflected off the iridescent scales that held my gaze. There I stood until the darkness restored my senses, but by then it was far too late ..." Not all sirens sing. Glistening…
Morktober 2025 – Scales
Item - Mermaid Rainbow Chimes "It was not their sound but the way the light of the setting sun reflected off the iridescent scales that held my gaze. There I stood until the darkness restored my senses, but by then it was far too late ..." Not all sirens sing. Glistening and polished, they shimmer as they pass underneath the waterline, weaving a hypnotic pattern as they undulate.
geekforallseasons.ca
October 24, 2025 at 1:01 PM
quinnred.bsky.social
Dark Orchid pt 4

Some creatures from my old sci-fi horror doodle project when I was a late teen.
Might resurrect and rework it someday.

Descriptions in the alt text.
"The Baptized, that's what they call themselves. When everybody else hid in the old colony tunnels, they were stuck to the surface, with all the "animals". See these people were always a bit odd, all the oil workers were. Something about the oil "sung" to them, apparently, a hum they all shared in their heads. When the Orchid's presence shrieked in challenge to the oil's song, the bastards all snapped, stripped down to the thin synthetic membranes atop their true skin, adorned their coats, and plunged into the oil. They emerged as zealots, the children of the dead god and siblings to it's child, the Polubog. They refuse to see, now they only hear, humming the FatherChild's song like the buzzing of a cicada. The Baptized claim themselves holy soldiers of the black milk, thus they must fight it's enemy, and convert those deaf to the oil's loving coo." "Have you seen him? The wandering, writhing blubber wrapped in refuse skin, appearing as if worms playing as man? Consuming all as addition to it's mass? Yes? Then you have witnessed a blessed thing, for it is the demigod, the "Polubog" as the followers called him, of Chernogem. It is but an infant, simple instinct and naivete, born of a dead god and the eggs of humanity collected by the Silent caretakers. If you see the boney fliers roosting or swirling above, then their sweet orphan scavenges nearby. Its form appears quite careless for a demigod, doesn't it? If it were not for human infection within it's form, it may have appeared quite different, though its birth would have never been necessary if not for humanity. Someday the Polubog will have engorged itself enough to begin celestial metamorphosis, and will cleanse Cherno of humanity and the abortions of the Orchid, the daughter of it's old enemy." "There is a tower. It stands tall and chitin, iron black, breathing with a pale maggot heart. Fingers, elongated and undulate, splay as if wings of it’s ascendency. It’s head split as a holy crest to listen and to speak as father to the Baptized. It was once a man, the first to find the oil god’s spirit and sing with it’s hum, becoming the communion. He would sacrifice his body to the oil so it could have a finger with which to touch the world, and a voice with which to sing to it. Oh, to be the cane for a blind god was honor, to be a tongue for the tongueless was blessing, but his guidance could only go so far. So the oil remembered, and placed that memory in each of the Baptized, so all disciples may share the voice and be chosen to take form as Hierophant. In this time of the Orchid’s chaos, the holy tree named as Hietrost rings it’s grand throat to boon the flock and guide those who wander. If you are lost, remember: There is a tower.” "They have no foot steps, no breath, no sound known to the human ear. They are cloaked in wing, bone, and sinew. The head reminds me of a bird, but blind and unflesh. The body, like a cadaver picked clean and pale chitin filling the void, a pair of arms sprouting from above the waist. Their legs are supported by hooves. Less like a horse, more like a insect's small concentrated feet. One can only see this interior once they open their wings, unveil the flesh cloak. Many Chernonese call them Teko Celovek. Most simply call them The Silent. They are a remnant of pre-terraformed Chernogem, something thought myth and illusion, now a haunt. They do not seek us for prey, for vengeance, or qualms we find familiar. No, they need us for something we took away from them, something dear. These gliders of storms, figures of shadow, these Silent. They need wombs."
December 2, 2024 at 1:28 PM
amos-family.com
"𝑆𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒."
December 5, 2024 at 3:21 PM
longtail-news.bsky.social
Feed: "Buckrail – Jackson Hole, news"
By: Hannah Trask on Wednesday, December 10, 2025
SNAPPED: Unusual clouds undulate over the valley
JACKSON, Wyo. — In 2017, for the first time since 1951, the World Meteorological Society announced 12 new cloud-related features to the International Cloud Atlas. One of these newly added cloud features was spotted over the valley in late November. Buckrail photographer Nick Sulzer snapped some photos. The clouds can be identified by their well-defined, […]
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December 10, 2025 at 11:48 PM
siodhna.bsky.social
open.substack.com/pub/theseain...

##BlueSkyPoets #Irishpoets #poetry
songs from the edge
In late Spring, the trees assemble themselves in theatres of light they wave and bend— attend to one another choral sounds ascend— in uncontainable thrust birdsongs undulate— their long mosaics from t...
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May 8, 2026 at 3:46 PM