Rother Writes

Yes! 🥳

Mouth to Mouth Into the absence in me, the gasping hollow of my being- there, breathe your love. That is where I need it most. Ann Tigone

For a #lifttothesky I recommend you follow poet @anntigone.bsky.social
Such beautiful work both in long form and the most elegantly expressive short forms. Fabulous poet. Here’s a favourite. Hope they don’t mind me sharing.

#poetrycommunity @thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poets #poetry

A dark wall displays a glowing white neon sign reading “YES YES” on two lines. Visible electrical cables connect the letters to a small power unit below. The Broken Spine fountain pen logo appears in the top left corner. “@thebrokenspine.co.uk” is written in white at the top right. Bold white text in the lower right reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #CONSENT”.

Last week asked who was looking.
This week: #Consent.

Not silence.
Not assumption.
Not momentum mistaken for permission.

Write the yes that’s spoken.
The pause that matters.
The power in choosing, clearly.

New theme opens Friday.
Don’t post early.
Use Alt Text.
Tag #PoemsAbout to be found.

Thank you Dermot. You are welcome to join.
#FragmentsFriday is a new weekly prompt from @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and maestro @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social

A Soul Is The sump for sin, claggy and black, only just alive… think: a crying seabird washed-up from an oil-slick.

Hullo @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social and to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social for super #fragmentsfriday #poetry

Really enjoying this new #poetry prompt hosted by @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social, challenging us to write a condensed poem of 18 words or fewer.

Here's my piece for week 3 of #fragmentsfriday

#blueskypoets #skypoets #poetsofbluesky
#micropoetry #poetrychallenge #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers

@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social #fragmentsfriday

18 words (basically my usual opening line), so the challenge continues.
Inadvertent rhyme at the end 😯

For this week’s #FragmentsFriday,

The Schoolgirls of Minab

Thanks to @matthewmcsmith.bsky.social with @blackboughpoetry.bsky.social for another stellar poetry outlet.

Have a great day everyone!

#Poetry #Micropoetry #Antiwar
#BlueSky #BlueSkyPoetry

Attempting to catch the pulse of this warring zeitgeist, an arabesque figure of eighteen words for this week's #FragmentsFriday.
Startling? Probably not.

@matthewmcsmith.bsky.social
@blackboughpoetry.bsky.social

Oh, is it here as well as X?

Post your startling #poem tomorrow on #fragmentsfriday - we hope to boost and comment on all contributions. Make your micropoem impactful. No blandness. 18 words or less!

😄😁😊

Ah, a name to a quantity!
Hello Dermot. 👋🏼

It just happened Nina; about forty years of adding more and more and more, because we could. There are currently many more books around the house, slowly finding their way to both posh house and supermarket book stall less-than-lit shelves. 😁

Would you like to use mine Nina? 😊

A black-and-white photograph shows a person in close profile, partially obscured by shadow, peering through horizontal window blinds. One hand lifts a slat, allowing light to fall across their eye and face. The Broken Spine fountain pen logo appears in the top left corner. “@thebrokenspine.co.uk” is written in white at the top right. Bold white text in the lower right reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #BEINGWATCHED”.

This week: #BeingWatched.

The look that lingers.
The sense of eyes before proof.
The body adjusting itself without knowing why.

Write the awareness.
The almost-seeing.
The way desire sharpens when it’s observed.

New theme opens Friday.
Don’t post early.
Use Alt Text.
Tag #PoemsAbout to be found.

Yes, the most appalling spaffers, he and she. A good pairing with the grifters. A succinct and well crafted 5-7-5 haiku David.
(had to look it up!)

Many thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk for today's #PoemsAbout prompt #Spent. Here's a brief off-the-cuff 'tribute' to someone we knew only too well in the UK. Apologies, I was feeling tetchy this morning....

An excellent dissection Debbie of the outcomes of duty and privilege.

A poem in 4 stanzas by Debbie Ross entitled Nothing Left A cardboard sign, a filthy mat, a navy duttle bag. No pride, though I served the country with it once. A house, a car, a full-time job no energy I used it all on daily life. A college education, a meaningless job, a mouldy flat, no hope just debt I tried, Mum. A wester superpower, billions in the bank trappings of success morally bankrupt fascist dictator nothing left.

Good morning @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk and the #PoemsAbout #poetry peeps this is my offering for #Spent but I’ve had no time to juggle about for it. Very rough round the edges and a bit bleak (me and the poem) back to look late this afternoon. Have a good poeting day all.

This is chilling image Lin, and somewhere a true story no doubt. The incalculable horror and trauma of play turned poisonous.

They played games with us,
turned brother against brother
warehouse hide and seek
with our neighbors, then they lit
the chambers. A bone snow fell.

#tankathursday #game #tanka ##tankaboutit #micropoem #micropoetry #poem #poetry #5amwritersclub #6amwritersclub #skypoem #skypoetry #resist #protest

Fantastic!
Feel the cathartic surge of empowerment Lin.

I'm sure there'll be a prompt soon enough to riff on this Lin. 🦴🦴🦴

"Hey, look out of the window, it's snowing bones!"
Definitely comma time there Lin. 😀

You put your commas in, commas out, in, out, in. out, you shake them all about...
I started leaving commas out Lin. I had feedback about not having them made understanding the poem more difficult, unfinished. Wah!

At least this particular skill doesn't need 10,000 hours of practice to perfect it.

Dark, almost seductive, a hint of menace. The edge of life held in suspense. How we are all a suit of ruptures, large or small.

Rupture I lost you to those green walls, the hard bench holding waiting in my spine. I found an old woman stitched to tubes, a soft hiss of borrowed breath in blue light. Ruptures sewn but never mended, slices drifting out of consciousness, away from me. The beat, the stubborn rhythm of machines. A pulsing dance. I sing in time, coaxing you back to me.

#PromptCombo
#Rupture
@victoriaspires.bsky.social

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