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[?]Michelle » 🌐
@Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

All growth
Requires destruction
Of the seed.
You may feel buried
And broken,
But darling,
You’ll reach the surface,
And find the sun.

    [?]Michelle » 🌐
    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

    It’s the burning
    In re-entry that
    frightens me.
    All the satellites
    In perpetual free fall
    Know what I mean.

      [?]Michelle » 🌐
      @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

      There are times
      When the only way
      Left to scream
      Is silence.
      Tell me,
      Can you
      Hear me
      Now?

        [?]Simon J Ashcroft » 🌐
        @SJAsh_03@mastodon.sdf.org

        "Remnants", page 48

        "A Deeper Sky", poem 143

        Poetry written up to the end of 2024, both volumes available on Amazon. Both in paperback and e-reader; "A Deeper Sky" also as hardcover. If interested in signed copies, DM me to discuss.

        amazon .com links:
        tinyurl.com/Remnants-Amazon-US
        tinyurl.com/DeeperSkyAmazon

        For Amazon UK link, see my author homepage:
        tinyurl.com/fc3njxup

        Also on Rakuten Kobo

        Boosts appreciated.

        Rhythm

Soft waves, stroke the shore!
Take your fill of yielding rock.
It stands, defenceless.

Reintegrate

Millennia ache
in this heart, tired with longing
for a home, long lost.

Companion

Whispers in the wind,
and oozing gold of sunlight,
reveal shy beauty.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

        Alt...Rhythm Soft waves, stroke the shore! Take your fill of yielding rock. It stands, defenceless. Reintegrate Millennia ache in this heart, tired with longing for a home, long lost. Companion Whispers in the wind, and oozing gold of sunlight, reveal shy beauty. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

        Plea in Bar

Please, let this storm
take me, across the void –
this aching, empty dark –
and bring trust to the fire of love, again.
Too much, of blood, has passed –
our souls revealed, too bare –
for steadfast stone
to bar our fated way.
If I must wait, and weep,
the stars will hear
the raging of the tempest in my heart;
will listen for a call of welcome home.
Please, let this storm
not pass, and leave me, lone.
My curse, to know I have betrayed our hope.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

        Alt...Plea in Bar Please, let this storm take me, across the void – this aching, empty dark – and bring trust to the fire of love, again. Too much, of blood, has passed – our souls revealed, too bare – for steadfast stone to bar our fated way. If I must wait, and weep, the stars will hear the raging of the tempest in my heart; will listen for a call of welcome home. Please, let this storm not pass, and leave me, lone. My curse, to know I have betrayed our hope. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

          [?]Simon J Ashcroft » 🌐
          @SJAsh_03@mastodon.sdf.org

          Bards

          © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

          Bards

Remember, when
we would sing, together?
Soprano, and bass, mixed
impromptu; our words joined,
melding our hearts?

We sang of skies
full of strange mysteries;
of dreams that remembered
hidden harmonies, long
lost in time’s vault.

We filled the air
with silent melodies;
as pagan psalms, chanted
to the stars, making our
darkness holy.

Remember when
we sang, in the temple
of the Poetic Gods?
Before we sang solo,
breaking the tune.

I remember.
But I sing, now, as once
before, a lesser hymn.
We have lost the glory,
and the sky weeps.

Remember, then
for the sake of the song,
the honour of the verse,
and love of harmony,
how we once sang.

And I will weep
in the holy moonlight,
whenever I recall
how we offered beauty
through our music.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

          Alt...Bards Remember, when we would sing, together? Soprano, and bass, mixed impromptu; our words joined, melding our hearts? We sang of skies full of strange mysteries; of dreams that remembered hidden harmonies, long lost in time’s vault. We filled the air with silent melodies; as pagan psalms, chanted to the stars, making our darkness holy. Remember when we sang, in the temple of the Poetic Gods? Before we sang solo, breaking the tune. I remember. But I sing, now, as once before, a lesser hymn. We have lost the glory, and the sky weeps. Remember, then for the sake of the song, the honour of the verse, and love of harmony, how we once sang. And I will weep in the holy moonlight, whenever I recall how we offered beauty through our music. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

            [?]Michelle » 🌐
            @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

            Flares in the sky,
            The ship is sinking,
            But I won’t betray
            My right to drown.

              [?]Michelle » 🌐
              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

              On the killing floor,
              My heart just another
              Stunned animal
              Waiting to be bled.

                [?]Michelle » 🌐
                @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                When the sun goes
                Into the oxygen
                Heavier elements
                On lend,
                Gravity embraces
                The core, and then,
                Collapse imminent,
                Expands,
                I hope that what’s
                Left of me will
                Set fire, set fire
                for the third time.

                  [?]Michelle » 🌐
                  @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                  Give me
                  The heart
                  Of Vega,
                  Burning bright.
                  With my light,
                  Let me conquer
                  The dark.

                    [?]Michelle » 🌐
                    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                    Cast my
                    Heart into
                    The fucking sea.
                    A stone that
                    Knows only
                    How to
                    Sink
                    Sink
                    Sink.

                      [?]Michelle » 🌐
                      @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                      All love professed
                      Is collected in the hem
                      Of the fabric of space.
                      Galaxies spinning
                      Across the eons
                      Will know you
                      By your
                      Heart.

                        [?]Michelle » 🌐
                        @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                        You are a
                        Black hole
                        To which I
                        Owe neither
                        My pleasure
                        Nor my pain,
                        Take the empty space
                        You’ve earned
                        And choke on it.

                          [?]Michelle » 🌐
                          @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                          You cannot
                          Break what
                          You never held.
                          I remain whole
                          In spite of your
                          Fumbling words.

                            [?]Michelle » 🌐
                            @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                            When we fall,
                            It is the stars
                            That wish upon
                            Us. With grace,
                            Let them come
                            True.

                              [?]Michelle » 🌐
                              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                              One day
                              These veins
                              Will only be
                              More frayed wire
                              Underground.
                              For now,
                              This fragile
                              Lattice, these
                              Tangled lanes
                              Carry the stars.

                                [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                The despair
                                Will have to
                                Wait until
                                The last star
                                Goes out.
                                I will not
                                Relent
                                So long as
                                There is
                                Light.

                                  [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                  @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                  My love
                                  Lives out
                                  Past the
                                  Kármán line,
                                  Not beholden
                                  To gravity,
                                  Or you.

                                    [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                    There is the
                                    Reckoning
                                    Wreckage
                                    Of stars in our
                                    Veins. And,
                                    We will heed
                                    The beckoning
                                    Of the light.

                                      [?]Richard » 💔 🌐
                                      @richard@allmyneighbors.earth

                                      With the Guppe groups gone I applied and was approved to get a new poetry group going with fedigroups.social

                                      @ poetry@fedigroups.social

                                      @poetry

                                      See original Fedi Tips post about Guppe groups being gone here: social.growyourown.services/@F

                                      All those interested please feel free to tag and follow the fedigroups poetry group

                                        [?]Richard » 💔 🌐
                                        @richard@allmyneighbors.earth

                                        Started with one verse of 6 lines. Really wanted it to be a short poem, but I will admit I did hear a voice in the back of my head saying it was not finished. Now I am at 4 verses of 6 lines each, and well, it doesn't seem any closer to being completed. Whether this turns out any good or not, it's going to take a lot of work.

                                          [?]Richard » 💔 🌐
                                          @richard@allmyneighbors.earth

                                          Deleted poem I just posted from social and my website. Something was telling me it was incomplete and I just needed some time away from it and then to read it again to realize it didn't work as a short poem, but is just the beginning of a longer poem.

                                            [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                            @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                            You who
                                            Were born
                                            Inside of an
                                            Explosion,
                                            You child of
                                            Fire, with
                                            Stars in
                                            Your veins,
                                            Will not
                                            Give in
                                            To the
                                            Dark.

                                              [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                              This pulse,
                                              This tightening
                                              Of chest,
                                              The same
                                              Rush of
                                              Adrenaline
                                              All wild things
                                              Possess
                                              When they’re
                                              On the brink
                                              Of something
                                              Dangerous or
                                              Beautiful.

                                                [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                                @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                                Writing
                                                Nothing
                                                Would be a
                                                Greater
                                                Memoriam
                                                To what you
                                                Gave me.

                                                  [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                                  @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                                  Your words
                                                  As empty
                                                  As Christ’s tomb.
                                                  Only 3 days time
                                                  For you to find
                                                  Someone else
                                                  To lie to.

                                                    [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                                    @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                                    You keep your
                                                    Saw blades,
                                                    And wonder
                                                    How you’ve
                                                    Left scars.

                                                      [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                                      @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                                      You read the
                                                      Ruined tome
                                                      Of my bones,
                                                      The runes
                                                      They make
                                                      As I lay before you,
                                                      And save me from
                                                      The madness
                                                      In the telling.

                                                        [?]Richard » 💔 🌐
                                                        @richard@allmyneighbors.earth

                                                        ATTN:

                                                        In case you haven't seen this:

                                                        "The Guppe groups domain name was sold by their registrar before they could renew it. This means all Guppe groups are broken, and their web addresses point to a spam blog"

                                                        social.growyourown.services/@F

                                                          [?]Richard » 💔 🌐
                                                          @richard@allmyneighbors.earth

                                                          [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                                          @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                                          I could have
                                                          Split the atom
                                                          With the effort
                                                          It takes to simply
                                                          Keep living.

                                                            [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                                            @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                                            The damned
                                                            Atoms
                                                            Between us,
                                                            Never touch,
                                                            But recollect
                                                            Their fire,
                                                            Illuminating
                                                            The dark.

                                                              [?]Michelle » 🌐
                                                              @Aphelion@mastodon.sdf.org

                                                              I am a
                                                              Field of
                                                              Dry grass
                                                              Waiting for
                                                              A spark

                                                                [?]Richard » 💔 🌐
                                                                @richard@allmyneighbors.earth

                                                                [?]Richard » 💔 🌐
                                                                @richard@allmyneighbors.earth

                                                                [?]Richard » 💔 🌐
                                                                @richard@allmyneighbors.earth

                                                                I am no fool. I am not inexperienced. I know all I have to do is start writing and that is it. The rest will unfold and take care of itself. There is no such thing as "being in the mood to write" - you just sit down and start writing. That's it. That is the secret. But with I am *possessed. I want to see where this is taking me. So, it in that sense, it doesn't feel that unnatural to leave the scholarly writing alone. I *know I can't ignore it forever.

                                                                  [?]Richard » 💔 🌐
                                                                  @richard@allmyneighbors.earth

                                                                  I have two major projects to work on. I put them in a folder titled Two Theses to remind myself just how much writing is required for each project. That was about two months ago. I was expecting to get the two projects completed before the end of this year. I have all the scholarly books and articles needed for the two separate projects. But all I have been writing is . I've just been in that territory in my mind. I do not feel like I am out of that space yet.

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