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nidopenthe: nesting grief

you've left, and grief the size of a broken nest sits tender in my heart —its small, defenceless frame.

i bring it twig after twig, and rebuild its every gutted chamber. i slowly re-remember its warp and weft from memory.

i line its hollow air with feather, felt, and song.

its indefinite, inescapable weight, pulls. it sits sharp against my wingbeat.

and i become a flightless bird forever homing in to that brokenness, held in sorrow at the fork and ruin.

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“the way the moon is brought out every night sometimes not so whole, and trembling, does it know at all that to us it will always be beautiful?”

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nidopenthe: nesting grief

you've left, and grief the size of a broken nest sits tender in my heart —its small, defenceless frame.

i bring it twig after twig, and rebuild its every gutted chamber. i slowly re-remember its warp and weft from memory.

i line its hollow air with feather, felt, and song.

its indefinite, inescapable weight, pulls. it sits sharp against my wingbeat.

and i become a flightless bird forever homing in to that brokenness, held in sorrow at the fork and ruin.

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ghost moth

now this return of a ghost from the shadows, moth-soft.

its breath visibly pleated inside a small unspeaking mouth.

its beaded eyes, condensed obsidian spheres, moonflower intense.

i befriend darkness by its wings that are half sheen half lace. and measure space by its wingspan to travel light years into the past. when you and I were aflutter against blinding love.

i tell you "i am lost without you."

"love doesn't need a memory" you whisper.

"i wish …" i begin to say

but every memory dissolves into diffused light.

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ghost moth

now this return of a ghost from the shadows, moth-soft.

its breath visibly pleated inside a small unspeaking mouth.

its beaded eyes, condensed obsidian spheres, moonflower intense.

i befriend darkness by its wings that are half sheen half lace. and measure space by its wingspan to travel light years into the past. when you and I were aflutter against blinding love.

i tell you "i am lost without you."

"love doesn't need a memory" you whisper.

"i wish …" i begin to say

but every memory dissolves into diffused light.

Have you tried working with more rigid structures and rhyme schemes or do you mostly prefer free verse poetry?

Love your poems btw 🩷

Thank you so much, that means a lot <3

I have tried working with more rigid structures and rhyme schemes, and I do enjoy the discipline they can bring. But I think I’m naturally drawn to free verse because it gives me room to breathe, wander, pause, and let the poem find its own shape.

I’m also a little wary of the idea that poetry has to follow certain inherited forms to be considered “proper” poetry. So much of that thinking feels tied to colonial ideas of language, structure, and legitimacy. I’m more interested now in finding forms that feel closer to my own poetic roots, while still making the poem accessible and alive for the reader.

So yes, I do experiment with structure, but I’m most at home when the poem can move like breath, memory, or water :)

#asks #poets #griff-crimson #personal #thank you #<3

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fossilised

june opens its mouth into a circle, and wet moon dreams pour, bury, syllable-long love.

fish, cre- -scen- t, bone, shell— this soft, organic memory of you.

this grief-sediment that ages, compresses, into fossil

over time

becomes poems on picture-stone.

recently your writing has been BOMB ur awesome

aww thank you for reading! i am so touched <3

#asks #personal #moonsunkissed #poets #thank you #<3

fossilised

june opens its mouth into a circle, and wet moon dreams pour, bury, syllable-long love.

fish, cre- -scen- t, bone, shell— this soft, organic memory of you.

this grief-sediment that ages, compresses, into fossil

over time

becomes poems on picture-stone.

Glad to see you still write on here! I remember you from the Wednesday night WUTI Zoom sessions ❤️

ooh thank you! so lovely to run into you here! do those WUTI Zoom sessions still happen? that was such an amazing time. would love to join ya if they still happen ❤️

#asks #final-cyphers #personal #thank you #<3

pocochon

beautiful poetry. this, your words, your blog, is like finding an oasis in the desert. thank you for writing, I am so glad to have found my way here ❤️

Well thank you 😊 (blushing). Your message just gave me the biggest smile. I’ve been following you with a secret admiration, mostly because I can see myself in your words. You speak my language; When I read you, I get it 🧡

#personal #asks #pocochon #thank you #<3

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to stardust you shall return

all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.

your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.

the gulf between us is a star-fed river.

the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.

I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.

you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.

so quiet. so very quiet.

you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.

i hear the silence.

i hear everything you want to say.

starryeyedsmallfry

cosmic vibrations

luminescent revelation

to be heard

across the void of uncharted space

how profound and inescapable

how frightening

and wondrous

:)

and :) right back at ya!

#asks #personal #thank you #poets #anon #<3

i love your writing and thanks for following me

aww thank you! it has been so lovely finding my way back to this space, my sanctuary, and finding new friends and old. thank you for writing and sharing and making the world shine brighter with your words <3

#asks #personal #thank you #poets #moonsunkissed #<3

to stardust you shall return

all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.

your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.

the gulf between us is a star-fed river.

the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.

I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.

you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.

so quiet. so very quiet.

you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.

i hear the silence.

i hear everything you want to say.

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blueprint

the sea is endless beyond our dreaming.

on my forehead, on my palms, lines of destiny pulsate fluid as waves. signals call and trace your undulation.

you slip, iridescent nebulous, through seascape. a soft grey-green shadow.

a tiny blip on the map I keep hidden in my heart.

i know how to find you.

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coordinate

the dark is patient beneath your searching.

in my throat, in my ribs, currents of the drift settle heavy as salt. echoes catch and hold your frequency.

i bloom, phosphorescent silver-spun, through the deep. a low obsidian hum.

the steady spark on the compass you keep in your palm.

i am waiting to be found.

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