#twcpoetry

[luminote]

Always, almost.

[threewordusername]

life is only real when you're around.

d.b.a

[heightenedheartbreak]

“Intense love always leads to mourning.”

- Louise Glück

[goneahead]

Whalefall

it's a sort of grace, this death,

to build a whole world in the slender

curve of one's rib, and new life

from the tender marrow of grief. When

those you nourish hear your

people singing in the sunlit blue-green

vastness overhead, do they

remember then? Are they grateful? Or do

they close their eyes and go on

blindly eating; content and oblivious to

the unending bounty of your love?

~~~~~

for @montereybayaquarium 's deep sea december prompt 'feast'

[soulreserve]

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.

© SoulReserve 2026

[naturallylilting]

a wildflower heart

uncarefully tended

buries itself below ground

awaiting the resonance

of a more luminous season

a deeper connection

to the source

seeding the earth

with the language of flowers

.

KDW@naturallylilting—March 2026 (my photo of the floral clock at Kings Park, Western Australia—Oct 25)

[beforeyearning]

[teaspirationss]

I want to kiss the stories locked inside your scars, and I will love every chapter the wounds tried to silence.

Every day I wake up just to love you from afar