I'm quitting this All of it You Me The days The nights I'm not interested in being fascinated I'm tired of conversations and smiles Peace is all I need Darkness-a cave of soot I'll fly No wind No wings Just memories A reel spinning and tight lines #wordedart #vss365

Move away with me Back to the garden of spells Trapped in temptation #becomingfragile #haiku

In another time We might have touched wings There's a heavy appeal In the way our souls connect It isn't unheard of True destiny We sit together in a room on the clouds I know you smile at me One day, I might tell you of heart things For now, I tell you goodbye #vss365

#moonmystic #inkMine #FoxProse #kaytpoemprompts #ThePenFlows #366FF #firewords280 #BraveWrite #breatheprompt #WeirdMicro The illustration is by Abigail Larson.

A storm came seething through braided clouds as silence shook upon ruined travels. They still tasted coins on their tongues, weary from the straying sand hissing like cats in abject fear. "Look, Eloise! I can see my breath in the trees' fractals. They're almost skeletal." #vss365

Sins returned to keep their #vigil, upon the restless line— they would not stand with love, but burned with pangs of lust. There you touched me, not once, but countless times, in forbidden hollows, in loveless slumber,I heaved. And so I deceived sin, losing myself. #vss365

#vigil #vss365 #owl_nightsky That night, beneath a swollen moon, the Vigil rose with fevered tune. The temple swarmed with hissing breath, a choir drunk on love of death. They slashed their palms, let bloodstreams run, their prayers were meat, their faith undone. “Long live the

with the dulcet dusk so does starlight shiver eloquent in their glow they still the night forever a #vigil held for love only hearts can listen. #vss365

Hoods and candles Rows and rows in unison What is a vigil when the damage is done It never saved anyone #vss365 #vigil #poetry

Here's my offering for the theme of #vigil - thanks go to Bowen Greenwood, our #vss365 host Bowen Greenwood The painting is “The Valkyrie’s Vigil” (1906) by Edward Robert Hughes (1851 to 1914) #vsspoem #poet #poetrycommunity #ekphrasis #blankverse

Set the bar and make your #vigil embryo of capability based upon a sigil Don't fall for the inversion Survival is the key Bear witness to this singular fact Everyone is free #vss365 #vigil #poetry

Magical flutes out to play Musical notes tangle tiptoed Desire fires a powerful flame Into tequila sunsets Giggling let go the #mundane Savour secret pocketed promises Lovers around the world Sway to the same silky song Electric harps rock moonbeams #vss365 #pic 🤷🏻‍♀️

#vss365 #mundane #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity I wrote this last night, and I could think of no better use of the word mundane. We are lurching to a dictatorship enforced by secret police. I don’t known that if in the end protesting will be strong enough but we have to resist.

"what the stone remembers.... unruffled, until...." #vss365 #uropoet #life #mundane #poetry #MyPhotography

Even as the world collapsed, love lived in small gestures, the #mundane turned sacred against the ruins, and in the end tenderness made a moment eternal. #vss365 #Mumdane #WritingCommunity

I should have milked the corporate life longer. Those mundane tasks that had me sitting in my car lamenting my boring life, they paid very well. Now I compete with drug-addled teenagers over how many bruises and cuts we get each day for near minimum wage. #vss365 #mundane

Kohl-stained night faded into a #mundane day of rigmarole and waiting. Poetry grimaced in silence, love wandered astray. And there I stood, postcard in hand, addressed to the one who is almost my lover. #vss365

Is the #mundane mundane Or is it that which keeps us sane? For within the mundane, Is our everyday The wakings The washings The brewings The meal prep & the unexpected things That makes the heart sing For without the mundane task How would we ever appreciate life’s bask #vss365

- last night your body roared like a storm against mine a thunder i begged to endure this morning i butter toast listening for echoes, but the knife squeaks dull against the stillness - #mundane as breadcrumbs that crumble where lighting once surged. - #vss365

Seems a #mundane faith, freedom from oppression Recites over myths dusted of Earth’s clay Impose revenge as a gambit Shakes even a zombies thrill Pivot,poke,squirm,betrayal To risk history’s revelations An Icarus plunge without wings #vss365 #BraveWrite #inkMine #FoxProse