A Flow’r Upon A Grave

O, that this earth, which keeps the world in awe
and rests beside the Avon – spirited –
should dance through sinew-spilled ink ne’er more,
nor track the rhythms it inspired…
Shape ‘n send forw’d the currents riv’ring by!
With your time-warped scraps the bed doth lie
suffused! Anew’s the influence – in flux –
with each cascade of spring to inundate
th’fields! E’er fallow lies our linguistic muck;
t’you may yet it turn for cultivation.
Star-fire across the firmament! Its place?
Lighting up the way for the rising sun.
Four hundred years… aft’ all this stretch of time

your quill, once dipped in potted-ink, moves mine.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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At The Entrance Of The Afternoon

12.01pm

This winter wind,
wispful in its wistsome wonder,
wears its wawtry cloak.
Flame stands in its ungentle passing;
maps back-lit by unnatchrul light.

Serene…
Steps upon a floating city;
gaze upon the world you’ve entered.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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The 5th (Tricube Style)

In the 5th
Memory
Months gone by

Out of sight
Out of mind
Said goodbye

The blackness
Been removed
Relieved sigh

(In loving memory of Donald L Snyder Sr December 1st, 1936- August 10th, 2019)

Matt Snyder is a multi artist from Pennsylvania.
He can be found blogging at both aprolificpotpourri.wordpress.com & 365sepia.photo.blog (which starts in February)
and always on the the lookout for visual submissions.

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Writing Is A Visual Art

Papyrus painted o’er ‘n o’er;
sinews sending song-spilt ink.
Have you, yet, learnt to dance?

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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Love Me

A flower that will never wither
Is laid between my thighs
Sprouting vibrant colors
Looking for a man to love
Are you that man?
Do you know who I am?
I am flesh and bones
I am a woman
Protect me
Water me
Watch me grow into the rooted pain planted by my mother
Help me
I’m scared of the woman living in my mirror
She is broken
She is a daughter looking for a place to call hom
She is lost
Please give her the coordinates to her soul
Make her feel whole
Love her, until she learns to love herself

My name is Jasmine. I’m 26 and I love to write poetry. This poem I wrote late 2019. It’s called Love me. I hope you enjoy this. Thank you so much for taking the time to read it. It means the world.

My instagram is imastrangewoman.

Here’s the link to my blog https://thewallflowerdiariessite.wordpress.com/

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About Truth

you are innocent
until proven guilty
until you are
no longer innocent

in other words
i will believe you
until
i can’t believe you

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Poem #312

You don’t talk much and I am an overthinker.
Your silence shouts loudly in my mind.
Please tell me something, even if its dark.
Draw a map for me before I jump to conclusions
and jump out of your life. I can’t read your mind
but I can read too much between the lines.