#FromOneLine

#WritingCommunity #Storytelling #Microfiction

1 month ago

Let me tell you a tale you can also read in the '#FromOneLine To Another' Anthology, recently published by Kobayaashi Studios.

More info in the description on SoundCloud.

https://t1p.de/przx9

2 months ago

She heard the crows calling, causing #echoes between the buildings of her block. Autumn's #overture.

While bachelors flocked, she observed a golden leaf #cling a little longer to the aspen, before it gently tumbled to the ground. One last dance in the #fresh air that promised a clear night sky with #scintillating stars.

[Abridged]

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@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf

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#brknshards #vss365 #whistpr #rise365 #MastoPrompt
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#FromOneLine 319:
https://t1p.de/sl1jr

2 months ago

When it finally stopped, everyone clapped.

The #belle of the #cosmos, I had stepped onto the stage to skid, turn and nosedive into a pile of down-filled pillows. My face turned colour like a #fluffy #chameleon when I prayed for the earth beneath to open and give me #shelter.

They hadn't warned me it would be so slippery.

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@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf

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2023-09-15

#vss365 #brknshards #whistpr #vssnature (#rise365)
#WritingCommunity

#FromOneLine 315:
https://t1p.de/q1mso

2 months ago

[...] Wind blows through leaves with a #lupine howl, while clouds paint a #goblin face in the grey sky. The robin is wearing a blustery #frill, and I #treasure the warmth I find in a ray of sunlight. It is #time to go inside, where #honesty resides and #context is found. [...]

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@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf

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#vssnature #mpotd #whistpr #MastoPrompt #brknshards #rise365 #vss365

#FromOneLine 318:
https://t1p.de/aunsv

I screamed to see it gone, but the pain persisted. With it, a #deluge of emotions surged through my body until I cried a #serenade. A #frame of relief to #outfit me, before everything melted down to a #soup of agony, its weight about to #squash me. The room started to #spin, then all was #black.

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@megwaf
@StuartBrknJohns
@tanweerdar
@FrostPoem

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#FromOneLine 317
#rise365 #brknshards #mpotd #MastoPrompt #MicroPrompt #vssnature #whistpr #vss365
#WritingCommunity

https://t1p.de/3jszq

The heat from the sun blushed the earth red. It’s light reflected off the glass and steel sending beacons of warning back into space: Look at what happened here and weep. The earth is life bearing no more.
#FromOneLine #vss365

The heat from the #sun didn't reach me. Instead of the warmth of golden afternoon rays, I felt the cold of a silver gleam. The world had become bland & was now turning bleak.

This is how it always felt when all the energy had gone.

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@megwaf

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#vss365, #FromOneLine:
https://t1p.de/c18y2

The curtains stayed open, and when the first dark day of Autumn moved in, she was okay with it. A new and shy feeling after everything that had happened, tucked away in a #sacred corner of her heart, to slowly #mature into new #passion.

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@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf

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#brknshards #rise365 #vss365
#FromOneLine 314:
https://t1p.de/xmsey
#WritingCommunity

1/3

If you can’t see the horizon, look for the light I hold for you. Staying sane feels like going crazy in a mad world like this. But I see the light of the #ethereal beauty that you are. It can’t be extinguished, for you are love, and you are loved.

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#vss365, #FromOneLine 313:
https://t1p.de/xkbu5

When she opened the door the next morning, the missing skulls were looking up at her, as if nothing unusual had happened. One even seemed to give her a #winsome smile. Relieved, she greeted the elders and took them back to the scullery.

#vss365, #FromOneLine 312:
https://t1p.de/n2gau

I saw a squirrel leaping. Paws outstretched, tail straight, it flung through the air to land on the next branch.

Admiring its grace, I wished I could sail from level to level with such elegance while taking one leap of faith after the other.

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@megwaf

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#FromOneLine 311

It happened without warning. I observe the grim #infiltrate my mind while I #brood on how to maintain balance. Fear #whispers into my ear. I try not to care a #fig. Instead, I see it for what it is. The #masquerade is over. I #lapse into #quiet and listen to my heart.

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@megwaf
@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns

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#FromOneLine 310 #MastoPrompt #vss365 #brknshards #vssnature #whistpr #rise365 #mpotd
#WritingCommunity

#FromOneLine 309
(Two-Line-Challenge)

It wasn't exactly flavourless...
...Whatever will they think of next?

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@megwaf

https://medium.com/@KokopelliBFree/ee864f4d1a0a

https://medium.com/@KokopelliBFree/one-foot-forward-cb078049782a

#FromOneLine 308 - Sliding was one way to go...
#vss365 - #stage
#vssnature - #lilypad
#MicroPrompt - #hyperbole
#mpotd - #direction

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@FrostPoem

Turn out the light.
I've been scared of the darkness, but not tonight.
Not, since you are by my side.
#Draw me close and hold me #tight,
Two souls shining brighter than bright.
What a sight.
No more cold and dark night,
So go ahead, turn out the light.

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@megwaf
@poetry

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#FromOneLine 307 #vss365
#WritingCommunity

https://medium.com/@KokopelliBFree/49237b61c54f

#FromOneLine 303

Two line prompt:
It landed on it's side
...
A tin of broken teeth

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@megwaf

#FromOneLine 306

Two Line Challenge:
News spread through the village fast.
...
There were no numbers on the dice.

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@megwaf

https://medium.com/@KokopelliBFree/the-great-beaker-3fab045e0da9

News spread through the village fast. A monster had risen, direct from hell. Its teeth glinted in the moonlight. Its wingspan blotted out the sun.
We set out to fight it, but when we looked down we found there were no numbers on the dice. #FromOneLine #vss365 #dungeonsanddragons

I GOT PUBLISHED

Together with 99 other authors in the Anthology FromOneLine To Another, edited by @megwaf and published by Kobayaashi Studios.

https://wp.me/p2kIdV-67a

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#FromOneLine #WritingCommunity

#FromOneLine 305 - In the room, a table...

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@megwaf

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#WritingCommunity

In the room, a table.

On the table, an empty page and a pen.

But I have nothing to say.

You left me out on a limb and then vanished out of sight. Somewhere, you said to someone you'd be back someday. But you didn't say it to me.

You left behind a vacuum, and I am clinging to the edge, so I won't fall, again. This endless falling. I am so tired of this endless falling.

But I don't want to yell at you. I don't want to unload my burden on you.
Then again, you left yours with me. Maybe you didn't mean to. Maybe you even intended the opposite.

All those maybes are wearing me down.

And I don't feel like sharing more of me with you.

How sad, as I enjoyed our flow.

I sit down, in the room, at the table, in front of the empty page, take up the pen, and write:

I miss you.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

Trees whispered a secret

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#FromOneLine 302
#WritingCommunity

Trees whispered a secret
But few were tuned to hear
The wisdom in their voices
The knowledge of the years

Trees whispered whispered softly
Can you hear it ‘bove the din?
Tune out modern mayhem
And let their wisdom in.

#KBFWalk & #MariäHimmelfahrt

Ein Spaziergang im #LSGOsdorferFeldmark und eine #FromOneLine Minigeschichte.

https://wp.me/p2kIdV-65F

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#KBFWalk & #AssumptionOfMary

A walk at the #LCAOsdorferFeldmark and a #FromOneLine Microstory.

https://wp.me/p2kIdV-651

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#FromOneLine 301 - We kissed one more time...

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We kissed one last time,

that day, when all was said and done, and yet, there was so much more to say.

But it was time, you had to leave, and though we both knew this was our last kiss, we could not admit it, not even to ourselves.

Life went dark.
In retrospect, I believe, this was not because you left, that day, but because you had left a long time ago and replaced this space with darkness.

It was this darkness, you left behind, too much for me to shoulder, as it was not mine.
The already broken pieces I was, crumbled under its weight.

It still pains me to think of this last kiss.
It is so sad I had to send you away. How it ended.
Especially considering how it started and how it was before you fell
into darkness.

But I am not longing for you, any more.
I just did not have a chance to say goodbye.
Instead, I needed to survive.

Now, I am longing for me, to be home within myself, again.
I collect the shards, the crumbs and the dust of me.
A pang of pain with each tiny piece I touch.
Gently placed in a basket, layered with velvet and lace,
I water them with my tears and love them,
until I am whole, again.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

We kissed one last time, beneath the moonlight, until the sun rose and you were compelled to return once more unto your grave.
#FromOneLine

#FromOneLine 300
#WritingCommunity

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@megwaf

Once upon a time,
she dreamt of one day, to live
happily ever after.

When the time came, she enjoyed every moment of it.
Life was beautiful and light and filled with love.

She did not realise that happily ever after meant, the story ends.

The tower fell. Destruction was overwhelming.
There she was, starting from scratch, again...
once upon a time.

Once upon a time,
she had to start from scratch again.
It was messy and scary, and she did not know if she would make it.
She could not see what lay ahead, took one step at a time,
once upon a time.

Once upon a time,
she learnt to see the beauty in the present, again.
Sometimes, it was easy, and sometimes it was hard.
Sometimes she could not see very far.
She learnt to be her own light.
Though, she did not always feel bright.
But she shone, brighter than she knew,
once upon a time.

Once upon a time,
her faith was strong enough to trust.
She walked in beauty one moment, and then another, and then another,
and she stopped dreaming of
happily ever after.

© Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree

Once upon a time,

she dreamt of one day, to live

happily ever after.

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@megwaf

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#FromOneLine 300
#WritingCommunity

Earth stopped its spin, then reversed, then wobbled back and forth making a scratching sound, before the great cosmic DJ released their finger and set it spinning again at the new tempo of the cosmic dance. #FromOneLine

#WritingCommunity
@megwaf

#FromOneLine 299

Earth stopped its spin.

#FromOneLine #vssnature #MastoPrompt #rise365 #brknshards #vss365
#WritingCommunity

Earth stopped its spin.
Seeking balance in a #jungle of madness, I don't function. Not a #doll, I am the #infinite, #intrinsic me, whatever that might be. #Thunderclap announces lightning. I'll shine, to see
me.

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@megwaf
@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns

Bats and owls forgot to scream
when I was thrown back on my own. The night too dark, my light too bright and me, blinded by tears and dust of walls that crumble.

Consumed by my flame, I'll rise like a phoenix from the ashes.

Tomorrow is another day.

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@megwaf

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#FromOneLine #vss365
#WritingCommunity

The hat didn’t fit, so I put my head in a vice. As I squeezed it smaller, I could feel my brain pressing up against my skull. Some of the grey matter oozed through my ears and fell on the floor.

You picked it up (to supplement your meager supply) When I asked for it back, you refused. “No,” you said. “I licked it, so it’s mine.”

The hat didn't fit. I put it back and perused the market. A clockwork fragrant of cilantro. Bags of hope and hearts, silently breaking. A gloop of human reminiscence. The wind swept an apple from a tree. After picking it up, I licked it, so it's mine.

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@FrostPoem
@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf

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#FromOneLine To Another 297, #MicroPrompt - #clockwork, #vssnature - #cilantro, #brknshards - #hope, #rise365 - #breaking, #vss365 - #gloop, #MastoPrompt - #sweep
#WritingCommunity

When I woke up,
hellfire burned inside.
I walked to the park,
sat down by the well,
stared into the basin's
jade-green reflection
lost in fantasy.
When I woke up,
the fire quenched,
A syrphid fly ballerina
was my muse,
and I was well.

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@WordyCurator
@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf
@poetry

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#FromOneLine – When I woke up, #brknshards – #hellfire, #MastoPrompt - #basin, #vssnature - #jade, #rise365 - #fantasy, #vss365 - #ballerina, #QuillsQuest – Murmuring Muses
#WritingCommunity

As angry as a cat,
I listen to the horrific nonsense coming out of your mouth. To err is human, easy to forgive. To worship lies creates hell on earth. I break fast to gain back my strength and paint fireflies into your mural.

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@FrostPoem
@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf

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#FromOneLine 296 – As angry as a cat, #brknshards - #horrific, #vss365 - #nonsense, #rise365 214 - #worship, #MicroPrompt - #breakfast, #vssnature - #firefly, #MastoPrompt - #mural
#WritingCommunity

When I woke up in your mind (I told you I would get inside your head), it was a bit disconcerting to think of myself as “you.”

A Tangerine Night

I saw you dressed in tangerine
emerging from a horizon dyed by the setting sun. Your dress caressed your body in the gentle evening breeze and like my heart, I flew to you with outstretched arms.
...

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#FromOneLine 244
#WritingCommunity

A Tangerine Night

I saw you dressed in tangerine
emerging from a horizon dyed by the setting sun. Your dress caressed your body in the gentle evening breeze and like my heart, I flew to you with outstretched arms.

A shrill shriek startled us, and we looked up just in time, so we could duck a seagull darting between us from the burning sky.

One deep breath later you lay in my arms, eye to eye, lips moving closer, I could feel your sweet breath on my face...

Your breath turned into a scream while you hopped from one foot to another as the seagull, which had landed by our side, pecked on your sandal-adorned feet. We stumbled and fell before the bird took off.

I wanted to run after the animal, but your hand held onto mine, pulled me close again, and now the world around me melts away as we kiss – lip-to-lip, body-to-body, heart-to-heart, soul-to-soul.

A short splashing sound followed by a foul stench lets the world around us reappear. Something wettish has landed on my head and is now running down my temple. I look up.
That seagull really needs to stop.

There were only two lines,
the horizon and one of kelp along the beach.
A moment between worlds. I stressed its grace with a deep breath of salty air, bottled it and spiced it with dill.
When thunder rolled,
it ended rather too abruptly.

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@FrostPoem
@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf

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#FromOneLine To Another 294, #vss365 - #between, #rise365 209 - #stress, #brknshards - #grace, #MicroPrompt - #bottle, #vssnature - #dill
#WritingCommunity

I begin as if I were ending, my life eviscerated, stranded at a new shore. With a rattle I cast off the rusty trap of an old stance, gracious but dangerous, to scour this wild beach for wings to fly again.

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@FrostPoem
@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf

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#FromOneLine 293 – I begin as if I were ending, #vss365 - #eviscerated, #vssnature - #shore, #MicroPrompt - #rattle, #MastoPrompt – #trap, #brknshards - #gracious, #rise365 207 - #scour
#WritingCommunity

BLINDFLUG

Eine Kurzgeschichte inspiriert durch #FromOneLine 291.

https://wp.me/p2kIdV-62r

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#WritingCommunity

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#MutMachBilder von #NaturVerzaubert

NAVIGATING BLINDLY

A short story inspired by #FromOneLine 291.

https://wp.me/p2kIdV-61Y

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#KokopelliBeeFree #KBFWrites #AmWriting
#WritingCommunity

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#MutMachBilder by #NaturVerzaubert

Only a metre of ribbon, and I am back in golden days, inspecting snap peas with a tendency to attract Opiliones while crows hobnob in a cool breeze.

A golden ray falls over my shoulder while I wrap my present.

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@FrostPoem
@tanweerdar
@StuartBrknJohns

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#FromOneLine 292 – Only a metre of ribbon, #brknshards - #golden, #vssnature - #SnapPea, #MastoPrompt - #tendency, #vss365 - #hobnob, #rise365 - #cool, #MicroPrompt - #shoulder
#WritingCommunity

#Limerick

In the humid green jungle stood John,
His sense of direction all gone.
When he climbed up a tree,
Realism broke free,
'Cause maybe the jungle had won.

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@poetry

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#LimerickRhyme - #realism, #vss365 - #maybe, #FromOneLine 290 - In the humid green jungle
#WritingCommunity

Without notice, the morning took a turn.
Dew glittered on grass. A #premature hint.
No eyes to see, I fought a #monstrous black hole.
The sun rose, emersed my world in gold.
#Transition began.
I turned and left the black hole behind.

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@megwaf
@tanweerdar

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#FromOneLine 289, #vss365 #MastoPrompt #rise365
#WritingCommunity

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#KBFPhotography #MobilePhonePhotography #Photography
#FlowersOfMastodon #FlowersOnFriday #BloomScrolling
#KBFWalk #UrbanNature #KBFWotY #WheelOfTheYear #Summer #July

The trap was set.

Love.
Just one more time I thought in all its depth.
In the flesh, I loved, I hurt, I cried till I ran out of #pun|s.
I laughed till I ran out of tears.
I lived. Deep.

When my hour stroke, I was at peace & said:
Let the worms come for me.

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@megwaf

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#FromOneLine #vss365
#WritingCommunity

An umbel of Summer lilac in close-up. Each flower has four light-purple petals and an orange centre.

There is something in the walls
a presence, a force that crawls
under the skin.
A voice, it whispers, it calls
it echoes through all the halls
asks: Are you in?

Stop!
Who are you? - you inquire.

The answer is
Love.

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@megwaf
@poetry

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#FromOneLine 287
#WritingCommunity

Step into the light.
See #dunes move from desert to sea.
Not #feminist, not knight in shining armour.
Just be.
I #wonder if #evil is the #twin of good.
Peace emerges in the centre, not from extremes.

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@tanweerdar
@FrostPoem
@StuartBrknJohns
@megwaf

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#FromOneLine🐦
#vssnature🐦 #vss365🐦 #rise365🐦 #brknshards🐦 #MastoPrompt🐘
#WritingCommunity

#FromOneLine
#WritingCommunity

Beneath the golden moon, we lay, a silver world of grey. Peace was all around. Then our world changed. Troubles now were abounding. Nothing's ever here to stay, and sometimes we will pray, for it this time to prove right, or we beg: 'This one you mustn't move'.

Rueda Writes

10 months ago

#Poetry #DarkPoetry #SmallPoems #FromOneLine

you became my poetry and I became your grave
rhythmic refrain dying in morendo melody
storm breath of veiled verse entombed forever
dark weeds rent in anguished howl
silent lament
buried
you became my poetry and I consumed you

📸 Yaroslava-Borz-126286496 on Pexels

A beautiful young woman, wearing a dark coat, gazing pensively at the ground, with a delicate white flower filter over.

Rueda Writes

10 months ago

#Poetry #SmallPoems #FromOneLine

they danced with such abandon
time erased in moment's breath
Spring bloom gave way to Summer's bliss
Autumn banns to Winter's kiss
December blazed white with holy glory
but January would tell a different story . . .

📸 Cottonbro Studio on Pexels

A couple in period costume dancing in candlelight.

#Poetry #FromOneLine #SmallPoems

📸 Yaroslava-Borz-126286496 on Pexels

#Poetry #SmallPoems #FromOneLine

they danced with such abandon
time erased in moment's breath
Spring bloom gave way to Summer Bliss
Autumn banns to Winter kiss
December blazed white with holy glory
but January would tell a different story

📸 Cottonbro Studio on Pexels

They danced.

With such abandon,
they waltzed towards
the end of the year,
as if nothing else mattered,
as if no one else mattered,

Strangers watched
them spin. They were
aghast at such
disregard.

But
when
bitcoin crashed,
January would tell a different story

#Poetry #DarkPoetry #FromOneLine #MicroPoetry #SmallPoems

📸 Yaroslava-Borz-126286496 on Pexels

You became my poetry and I became your grave; rhythmic refrain dying in morendo melody; storm breath of veiled verse entombed forever; dark weeds rent in anguished howl; silent lament buried. You became my poetry and I consumed you.

She liked her coffee sweet: the apocalypse wasn't going to change that. She insisted they scavenged for the little luxuries. After all, it was they that made life worth living.

'Mum! I've found a Candarel sachet!'

Sky smiled, even though the world was made of ice.

Christmas Eve's Eve

(as they've taken to calling it)

"It's it
tomorrow
yet?"

The children squawk,
trying to speed up
time's
pedestrian pace.

If only they knew
the truth
that yesterday
went too soon...

Storms roamed the sky,
but the cloud that passed
over her face was \ \
darker still. \ \
\ \ \ \

Eyes flashing,
lightning
streaks
edging
the

singularities
at the centres

— drawing him in,
terrifying gravity.

They navigated
by touch,
their shared
desire such
they called
across the void
devoid of
fear.
Feeling thru
darkness
they sought
each other,
hot lovers
too long apart
but still w/
full heart:
Their blind
search,
a risk to take?
No - this love -
...This was
no mistake
#FromOneLine

We met in a dream;
you were coming apart
at the seams

You asked me
where you could find
the cold, calico frog

I told you that
it wouldn't help
gather your threads

and the dread —
the dread that I felt —
was so real

as I looked into
your melancholy
puddle eyes

your words —

crashing to a halt...

I'm crashing —

to a halt at

your words

If anyone had been watching,
they'd have seen the raven-haired girl take a pewter skull from her pocket & smile as the coffin was lowered into the grave. Only I noticed.

I remember hoping it was the last time I saw her & the skull, but I found it in my pocket.

Dazed. Must have been woken by sunlight through my window. But this isn't natural light, and my bedside clock reads 03:56.

Head pounding, breath like a badger's arse, I stumble towards the window.

A voice.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥.

Thelma's lost on mastodon

#vss365 #FromOneLine #haiku

A sudden flash of lightning
Right above the lake
One #swan less

#charity #poetry #writing

Very pleased to have this poem published in an anthology in aid of https://sleeppod.org.uk/ - a charity providing portable shelters for homeless people and refugees.

The book was inspired by the #WritingPrompt 'If I were a house', provided by #FromOneLine , and showcases some wonderfully creative writers 🙂

If I were a house
Dreams, long dead, would roam the dank hallways;
Peering through splintered windows;
Pausing on musty stairwells;
Observing cobwebbed rodents devouring my ruined remains;
Abandoned the day you let the fire die

fhaedra

Many creative contributors’ works found in the new #FromOneLine Anthology just out now. A writing project to benefit https://sleeppod.org.uk. Something good. Very very good. ✨
#anthology #benefit #writers #writersforgood #FromOneLine #books #IfIWereAHouse

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