DrNaturegirl

Always good to write things out..

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I’m sure you could do a collection by yourself, most ably, Rachel!

😊 Thanks, Merril.

Aye. Long since. I wrote something similar recently, though not as eloquent.

I have a few actually! 😊

Ican see that. I think it would work either way, but glad you included the whole thing for us.

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A panorama of a sandy bay taken at height. Described too top to bottom. Grey clouds backlit with white surrounds. A bright turquoise sea across the horizon line with land either side forming a horseshoe bay. Frothy white waves surge into golden sand around scattered, jagged rocks. Grass in the foreground just greening up, sandy subsoil visible

Good morning all. A weak sun and a light breeze today. Currently zero.

Still sharing archive shots for my #photooftheday This is a moody panoramic of Sango Bay. You’ll need to tap to view.

Hope you have a reviving weekend, however you spend it.

#scotland
#scottishhighlands
#northwest
#SangoBay

Thanks, Rachel.

It’s kind to take the time.

We need a bit of the whimsical. Not daft!

Very dramatic.

BEING WATCHED I. no fly zone at the backyard feeder a mourning dove scrounges millet soft breast brushed with dewy grass then dimmed in sharp shadow afright too late to take to flight when savage thrust aborts ascent a scattered bed of powder down limp in rapacious grip as pulling pinions drive through damp morning air drawing a burdened line to the pitch pine branch from whence she dove a perfect sniper’s hide at the clear cut forest’s edge II. a being watched without consent or recourse under the judgmental stare of the bloody worm full moon in an undigested blue meringue sky itself predestined for eclipse like my lucid dreams at sunrise

#PoemsAbout #BeingWatched
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The second photo is not from the day of the kill, but is pasted here for perspective…

Creepy. Made me shudder. Love the form on the page. 👏🏻

Thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk for the #PoemsAbout prompt #BeingWatched . As a child I was scared of the dark - even when the lights were on!
Look forward to catching up after work later. Happy Friday! 😊 #poetry

between sinners, taking note By C. Oulens when I told Poem, this week’s Being Watched, she took fright—went hidin’ below some rock. i combed the sea for her, croonin’ my fav’rite Nina Simone—i called out: what’s the use crawling ‘neath that which refuses to hide your sin? i tried to convince her, the page has weight. i even reminded the silly dame—between the two face to face—the paper wins straight. yea, i tried to lure her further with somethin’ shallow and lame: you have the sentience to wrap the rock’s unrelenting shame. she snapped back: sinsister, I’m hiding well my journal of your guilt. but don’t take refuge b’hind my name.

#PoemsAbout #BeingWatched

Coincidentally, haven’t been able to write for quite a while…but here’s a little piece.
Thank you for reading 🙏🙏

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#Oulens #BlueskyPoetry #micropoetry #prosepoetry #poetry
#poetrycommunity

Great subject, deftly done. Love the mix of influences!

Corvus Agonistes Famished Corvid triad Poised to Sup on a Slain king: Bones to House them, Hair to Nest them, Flesh to Feed them. Now they Perch outside our Window, poised to Claim us as we Falter. And Falter we will – in the Steady flux of Mood, air and Fortune. That Nevermore mania from Pluto’s coal-black shore Occulting the pallid Cast of Reason. That Black Shuck Handle for crippling Despond shadowing his Stride through Whitehall and Chartwell, Keening upon the heels of Gallipoli. That Jackdaw-pun Insignia of Family omen in Prague – a Mind stalling at Minds sharing his Inner plight. He Pictures such people – but cannot Picture the secret corbie that Circles his head Circling theirs. Absurd, malevolent Worlds he creates, Inflecting the Absurd, malevolent Worlds we create when we Fixate on figures of Light, neglecting the Night we bracket and Beget. Shadows deepen in the Deathly shallows, Offsetting that Fable-fetish of Unmitigated felicity, Wherein the Demonic can gain Ingress - City-upon-the-Hill Beacon for Ear-cut, hang-witch Massacre. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2026 Partly inspired by The Three Corbies, a traditional Scottish ballad, Edgar Allan Poe and Franz Kafka.

"Twa Corbies" - illustration by G. Howell-Baker from his book, Penholm (1901)

#PoemsAbout @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #BeingWatched

#newpoem: ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2026

#Reading 👇👇

#corvid #raven #TheShadow #Depression #Poe #Kafka #poetry

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morning Friday I hope I find you well and looking forward to the weekend, here’s my little “throwaway” poem for #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched
and thank you to @alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#poetry #poems
have a lovely weekend everyone everywhere 🛋️🛋️🛋️

Wild indeed!

#poemsabout #beingwatched
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Definitely fits the theme, Sue. 👏🏻👏🏻

So little time this week, but remembered this very old one which sort of fits the @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAbout theme #BeingWatched Will try to catch up later.

The Mirror Panopticon No tower, no guard, a gaze woven through screens, peers, pixels, metrics. Self shapes cell, polished to reflect the algorithm's altar. We confess to be seen, scroll to be known, discipline administered by the red pulse of likes. Rebellion sparks, then the feed folds it back into its endless loop. Faces glow, fingers blur, subjects kneel before the mirrored eye.

A short #PoemsAbout digital self-surveillance and the quiet discipline of the feed. Many thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

😊 Nice one, Ju 👏🏻👏🏻

Through The Nets: There: My Other Self with Different Day, it makes Me nervous to think this shady pair so near again. My Other Self loves Different Day, he and his many previous dates often glimpsed intruding in this neighbourhood: Me, all correctly settled down with my homely, if mousy Time. My Other Self and Different Day are not like us, as when I peep My Other Self wears out his life ribald in such a shocking selfish fashion, whereas my plain guise rarely is disheveled, and Time much quieter too: taking up corners, unwinding without consequence, dumb as just a ponder. My Other Self even with Different Day, still seems restless though and whether he drives her, or she leads him, they seek grass forever one shade greener, but I will not warn her or ever say that My Other Self can not settle and soon will love a different Different Day.

Hullo @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk and to #beingwatched #poemsabout
An old piece of whimsy for this week…

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The Solitude You put one foot in front of the other. I observe you watching them put one in front of the other. I observe all three watching as one foot is placed in front of the other. I am infinite regression. Alone in being the watcher watching. Never alone. Lonely in a crowd of watchers watching. Aware of being watched is not solitude. No solitude with all these eyes inside my head.

Hi @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk For #PoemsAbout #BeingWatched

Beautifully done, Rachel. A perfect moment of being caught in another creature’s stare 👏🏻👏🏻