#triolet

[plasmapop]

27/04/2026 • so there’s this recurrent nova that flares briefly every 80 years or so

[softinvasions]

April 2026

[dreamsofnightmares2035]

kate cross, alex hartley: we lock eyes across the room, and i know, i know, i know

thanks to @stokesy55 for the suggestion.

[prettylittledrafts]

Numb

I close the door before the hurt can start.

I won’t wait for someone who stays anymore.

Too many nights I held an open heart;

I close the door before the hurt can start.

Even wanting feels like the hardest part,

hope worn so thin it’s hollow at the core.

I close the door before the hurt can start.

I won’t wait for someone who stays anymore.

[falling-f0r-forever]

Isn’t it strange?

How I always want to die;

Always excited for my soul’s exchange?

Isn’t it strange?

How fast my mind can change,

When I feel Death close by?

Isn’t it strange

How I always want to die?

-Wait, I’m not as ready as I thought I’d be: a triolet

[the-pinetree-poet]

AT PHILLIPS FARM ADDRESSING THE 1/6/26 DAILY PROMPT FROM CHARLOTTE RAINS DIXON The prompt: A hawk swooped overhead.

AT PHILLIPS FARM (A triolet) ©️ 2026 - G. Smith ====|||==== In the pasture, in the sun, A red tailed hawk swoops overhead. Dogs are barking in the run. In the pasture, in the sun, I fall back, I am undone! The thick grass makes a warm green bed. In the pasture, in the sun, A red tailed hawk swoops overhead.

[shabbytigers]

—Elijah Perseus Blumov

[mockpoet]

Morning's Soft Confession

The pale light spills across the floor, Another silent day begins. And softly whispers at the door, The pale light spills across the floor, A quiet beauty to explore, Before the busy hour spins. The pale light spills across the floor, Another silent day begins.