softly
like the last cherry blossoms
dusk falls on the earth

can you hear it now

my heart
calling out your name

#cherita

when you're far
I have some songs
they play the melody of you
my heart accompanies
pounding like a bass drum

when you're far
I have a book
I breathe in each word
the mind of you
shining green in your eyes

the things we share
the glue that holds us
and never
are we apart
#vss365

Hello, everyone. Well, you're stuck with me for a few more days.

So the next phonesthemic word is:

#glue

Something about the 'oo' in glue feels like I'm fusing with something. And words like glom, glug, gluten, the 'gl' just make me think of binding.

#vss365 #prompt

probing thickets
of excess & success
to find a way
to soul

#vss365
#probe
#micropoetry
#WritingCommunity

Flowers sadden me
rocks soothe me
My day abruptly ends
with a moon ladened with sadness

#glued are my eyes
On your footprints
hidden under this moss
too dense

Multiple times I die
Returning each time
to read
between your words and silence
Seeking the unhealing
#vss365

Don’t proffer your quilt
of bruised utopias,
uptight fabric glued
to shallow depths.
Don’t weigh me on your scales
of specious justice,
my childlike wrists cuffed
by metaphor.
The wristwatch you once gifted
has ceased chirping.
I keep it in my chest
of rumbling storms.

#vss365

#vss365
Thank you so much for posting pictures of Hidden in Childhood - the first publication of Literary Revelations Publishing House. I am so honored by your participation. This book traveled with me everywhere. It is #glue -d to my soul. The Amazon link and my poem below:

Childhood by Gabriela…

Missing Life
.
I follow white waves cascading into a blue green meeting

rapseed, buttercups, wormwood, and dandelions

wave invitations
to Thursday’s drivers

I try to explain how they are glued

to other
navigation systems
.
#vss365 #poem #walking

🌸Good Day🦜 #vss365 #writemap #tanka #poetry 🔗*

picnic* in nature
glued* to the colors and sounds
[spring's* radiant* light
awakens change* of view] #7wordsPoet
enlisted* live doesn't mean alive*

#tanka thursday #haikufeels #haikuchallenge #inkmine

a heart
that hibernates
wakes to the
floral and fauna
of hope

a quiet heart
is loudest
when she holds
a pen

#haikuchallenge
#alive

spring mornings
the trees are alive
with birdsong

A wonderful selection of poets in Cold Moon journal today. Thank you Robin Beach Haiku for including me! 💖 #haiku #senryu

be brave
said the wind
to the tree

#LossLit

the summer has gone

there is frost on the ground

and more grey in my hair every day

yet I smile

for winter years are gentle years

and as the long night nears an end

I have finally reached the shore

where the sun rises again over water

and I walk a beach that calls my name

Love me in the shape of a poem,
Run your pen along my skin…
The space that runs between the lines,
Fill in the blanks, with your ink…
Lots of ink,
Until the story reaches its climax…
Fold me until I become creases,
Wrinkles in your plot…
Perfection is the name of a love-story

What’s it like living in the future?
We don’t get newspapers
We get pictures, etched on metal shells,
The kinds that ricochet through h..e..l..l..
Stories come empty-handed,
On blank speech-balloons,
They rise in the name of happiness…
These days, we don’t eat,
We’re only fed…

Have you noticed how water sparkles?
The way it spins,
Perhaps it rotates deep within itself,
Spinning lies…
Elemental, it’s reborn in fire…
Perhaps it’s love, perhaps it’s lust,
But does anyone think of war?
What if Water is parched?
What if it drowns in its own heart?