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This week our poetic brief is open-themed and no more than 120 words for our host Sandra Noel sandra noel TopTweetTuesday. Mine is a golden shovel using a couple of lines from a poem by one of my favourite poets, Carol Ann Duffy, entitled ‘Wintering’.

Morning all. This is a re-written, condensed poem for #TTT. Hoping it works. Looking forward to reading everyone's work as always! Many thanks to sandra noel for hosting and to the incomparable TopTweetTuesday for the airtime.

Desert Antlers was published by The Broken Spine and I thought it would enjoy another outing today. Thank you for hosting this week's TopTweetTuesday sandra noel. Have a lovely day with all the words.

I read life's subtitles from a prism by the window—stripped its words like the sequins that survive night's intimacies that have danced through graves among hamartias nearly thrown up and left on wanderlust's floor—hoping this interwoven breathing will not rook me dead. #vss365

it was hard to interpret clouds grazing crag skimming ridges & outcrops leaving inscriptions grey on pale blue unspooled by erosion the dome #rooked by shadowplay held its distance underneath green cradle bathed in silence suspended between abyss & summit #FromOneLine #vss365

For salve, I use poetry on the exposed parts, red raw with life’s chafing.

Cat-eyed thoughts Of simplicities and complexities of intimacy The beautiful appeal and impossibility of synchronised souls

Hi Sandra, Here's mine for this week (from Green Ink's volume Kennings): sandra noel TopTweetTuesday Black Bough Poetry / Barddoniaeth Y Gangen Ddu

Late on TopTweetTuesday with host sandra noel this is ‘Glittering Divinity’. #poetry #writingcommunity

a garden blooms where she bleeds, violets in the shape of scars as cathedrals burn to ash

The Magicians

#poetry #flashfiction Anything can be said about that city, but one can never say that it lacks a distinct identity. During the humid autumn evenings, the city looks like a wounded being, nursing her own lacerations. On the sidewalks, the smell of dust overpowers the stench of

Time accelerates Hardly a breath left between flood and fire and famine and war

Inside and outside, a blunt sort of a feeling, the kind that used to pierce but now rests like a floating leaf.

Olney churches yesterday evening

ensconced in teal #3wordspoet #teal #micropoetry 🖼️ Zang via Pinterest

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