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[graff1980]

Time will not let this interlude be effortless because effort is required to do more than just exist.

There is a gravity to each moment that we live in, not confining us to this spot, but allowing us some stability.

Each second is a spectrum from the darkest nights of our very short lives to the lucent dawn, and if we are fortunate we get the time to sparkle and shine, so even if it isn’t the celestial bliss of the heavens it is still precious.

We dance on the edge of dusk waiting for the entirety of the whole being that is us to turn to dust.

Like aerial echoes sounding in the distance far removed from our existence for a short while we leave the gift of remembrance.

Hopefully when we pass away some energy remains as a parting gift to the Milky Way, that something we cannot currently explain, perhaps particles passing through solar gasses and fierce flames chasing the outer edges of our universe and lays claim to another planet, feeding the process of life’s renewal many light years away.

-2026

[smittenbypoetry]

The Age of Re-Enchantment

Prompt:

The Concoction

Sugar, spice and everything nice + CHEMICAL X. That's four ingredients. Why is that relevant for this prompt? That's because it's the benchmark: pick at least four (secret) ingredients that would be used in a concoction to create... you!

Hide those ingredients in a magical poem.

The poem can be about brewing a concoction, but it certainly doesn't have to. The ingredients chosen will be just there to get you going, re-enchanting the world once more.

Tag your poem #reenchantedpoetry and be sure to use one of the first five tags! If I haven't reblogged your poem within 24 hours, please DM me.

[mega2wheellife]

some mornings

before you lift your head

from the pillow

the sadness or is it madness

is there blue black

behind the eyes

finding coffee & drinking water

reviewing the night passed

the possibility arises

this is nothing but regret

the words spoken like fire

upsetting friends & enemies

truths not needed uttered

the audience holding breath

not knowing where you were going

feeling dread but wanting more

the coffee hits water level goes down

hydration comes as you wonder

who is talking to you & who

has closed their door

your pen waits fresh pages to fill

the muse hangs back a while

this struggle between inspiration

battle of will

neil benbow

[irrevocable-itinerant]

I will find no absolution in your arms.

But I will find peace alone on top of the mountain, the breeze in my hair.

And my fingers wrapped in yours

[alex-a-roman]

I am fragile Like the wings of a butterfly Facing a storm; I lose myself, Surrender to my mind's lies, I believe every word. My hell, my prison - All these ghosts I adorn, With misery, they paint The walls of my soul. Kill me, resurrect me Never let me atone Make me beg For new beginnings, And feed me false hopes.

~ A. A. Roman

[letmebethecure]

The simple act of noticing

The way he smiles at the end of a sentence

And the way she giggles quietly when she’s nervous

The way the moon reflects on her collarbone

And the way his eyes search for hers in the silence

I had been moving through this world so rapidly

And then there was you

Will you witness me, as I witness you?

[subtextures]

Slurred Memory

The night is close

to the day. My head’s

thick with whiskey

and bitter ideas.

My hands ache. I find

it hard to speak

at length without

losing words, or how

to say them. So, I wait

and listen to the silence

for the words to stop

their emotional slither,

and allow me to go

home, alone again.

(July 16, 2026)

[severenightpersona]

confused

wicked willow trees

stupendous serpents

giggling gorillas

hypocritical herons

sadistic sunrays

climbing cancer rates

gore ridden governments

clueless confusion

my head is spinning

frightening future

a clash of morals

or doors wide opening

for new solutions?

who knows?

who 'll tell us?

please get me out of here

and kiss my innocence

@severenightpersona

[pelicandensity]

Eyes Upon the World

we dream of

better things

better times

complicated endings

simple beginnings

the yin and yang

of the world

which surrounds us

sometimes we live

in the illusion that

we are on the

outside looking in

when in fact

we have always

been a part of it

[oneandocey]

We're both stars,

You the sun and I Arcturus,

As you rise I fade away,

I, the night and you, the day,

So in darkness I must wonder,

How some claim this makes me fonder,

All it does is bring me pain,

When will I see the sun again?

[haikkun]

Sliver

You can see the deck your dad built, nesting,

From space

I walked past the classroom where you built birdhouses

And I bet they’re still wherever they’re perched, too

Love like that

Doesn’t leave this earth soon

It takes a lot of emotional erosion

More than weathering of plank board, acid rain,

Or even fire’s renovation

I kick myself

I should’ve jumped from the car

And pleaded the woman

We could’ve walked down the steps that he made

We could have earned

A splinter

Sure, something to fester

But even that gets pined for sometimes

In the missing of another

Some souvenir to prove he keeps

Needling into your life

Sliver decks share hive mind abilities

I project these things

I don’t understand fully

I only want traces in me, too

____________________________________

Maureen Armstrong @haikkun

[ginadope]

There is a river in me that misses its sea — Both such heretics; The ridiculous promise of breath, Beauty, madness, and fear

The flowers turn into wounded animals, then hope To turn back to seeds Forever unnamed Soon to sprout into sand

[asinglefabric]

Turns

Our

bare-faced

wanting

turns

the world

hard.

[rhymesalot]

A Stroke of Time

In this instant our day’s to start.

The sun rises with imagination’s art.

Canvases unfurl forever changing.

Changes unfurl with minds raging.

Heads spin to lust and learn.

And the ageless age with every turn.

It’s time itself telling time.

By degree our world’s a chime.

A brushes stroke and all’s made right.

Then our sun will rise on another’s night.

~*~

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[cherokeeghostwriter]

waiting in line

this is where a poem would be. if I had one.

this empty space looks back at me- an eternity observing at a distance, waiting.

i've settled into this three-dimensional space, living out my linear existence- my sentience cast as sculpture, waiting in line.

the silence has acquired a shape. dust rehearses the outline of things i almost meant.

somewhere, language is still becoming itself. birdsong discovers the morning without first consulting a dictionary. the tide arrives having forgotten every name ever given it.

perhaps poems are not written.

perhaps they are excavated- a careful brushing-away of everything that believed it was stone.

if so, i've mistaken the waiting for the work.

i've been polishing the pedestal instead of listening for the first fracture.

this is where a poem would be.

hidden beneath the outline of a man still standing aside, making room for its arrival.

[soulreserve]

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.

© SoulReserve 2026

[matthew-pasquarello]

i wouldn't exchange holding your hand for all the dead pharaohs buried under certain theme parks

i wouldn't trade caressing your limbic system for all the copper pipes buried peacefully in the walls of communal mobile homes

but here i am incessantly pounding dollar-cola and touching the television screen just to feel static