It's fall, though the air is still hot. I look up at the night sky, Tracing Cassiopeia and Pegasus with my finger To the fuzzy glow of Andromeda, Wondering If on a planet around a star Two and half million light years away Someone is looking up at the night sky At the same time

Off we go into the wild blue yonder...flying high into the storm. Sending back the data from #hurricanemilton2024 to help everyone stay #WeatherReady

These people are badass. Flying straight into the storm. Those pilots got the coolest job ever.

Slowly, reiterating in my mind, I repeat, “I am #flexible, at least my mind is.” I witness the change, and acknowledge it. But how do I console my heart which still loves you, from holding you to letting you go, is challenging my being. #vss365

Some days, I want to hold life to my chest Lose myself in its wild beauty Other days, I want to slip into silence Sleep in soft darkness Where your lantern eyes Sculpt #gardens from shadow Before I drift into dreams #vss365 #poem #poetry #writingcommunity 📷 Pixabay

Has fall vanished? Or does it wait beyond glass Past silver rivulets of falling dreams Clouding the pane Where are the orchards Fragrant with #apples and rain Where I once ran? My footprints fade to dust Now I search for fall Unsure if it existed at all #vss365 #poem #poetry

With quiet #ardor, I search the sky, Through the fading light of dusk, Seeking your splendor Until you rise like the sun from her sleep Scattering the heavens and my memory With your tender silver dust Oh graceful giver, wistful wanderer Our paths can touch but once For when

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Marc Martel, you think we don’t know who you really are…

I am a candle on your altar, burning from your breath alone. Did you make me, or I you? Time—did you mean to etch these #scars, To craft lifetimes from stars never shaped? We were almost— smoke that forgot the curve of its flame, a kiss lost in the hush between lips #vss365

Time, you treat me like a casualty in your war on life I thought you were an angel, and danced under your spell of minutes— before I saw “Gracious Giver” etched on your palm, before your glance burned my #skin. You spin in epilogues while I scrounge for dawn. #vss365 #poetry

February, snow crackles underfoot— a ghost rises from a dreamland; unheard whispers find home. June, you breathe fire on winter’s vow, leaving only smoke and roadside mirages. I spell lost in the fading billows, seeking you in the #parallel where seasons never touch. #vss365

I polish words beneath a wistful light Plucking meaning from ciphers that bloom under a blue moon. I seek home in the brambled garden of your thoughts. Am I #nostalgic or weary? A lovelorn song searching for my lost poet’s pen, Or a wanderer slipping behind branches, Too afraid

Shaped by your quiet #idolatry I wander through blades of uncertainty, searching for traces of a sea-swept heart. Where does it drift? Through cranberry bogs and evergreen hush, or cactus blooms unfurling under sun’s sleep. Perhaps it lives in fragments, scattered— never found,

For 10 years, this book has been my companion through every season of life. Soon, it will no longer belong only to me. It’s about to meet the world, and I’m overjoyed, terrified, grateful…all the feelings! I genuinely can’t believe this is happening. #WritingCommunity #writing

Extremely proud to share Bethany’s debut book. I’ve seen her work on this for over a decade, pouring love and care into every word, every punctuation mark, every emotion that she crafted into it. Wait for it!

Reduce me— to atoms, to flickers, to breath that falters in air. I #yearn for smallness. Erase, erase— until the #past unravels. Let me float to distant corners, where dreams and galaxies dance unaware, a pulse abandoned in the drift between stars. #vss365 #poem #poetry