Aspiring #scifi writer writing #vss #sff stories daily and #haiku when I can. Bartleby B. Boar award nominee #SciFanSat 🏴 living in 🏴 www.wdowar.com
Woodley Dowar
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When it was #over, our world was left in smoking ruins. Every one of the #reptiles got back on their warships and warped off into the dark. They left behind one #gift. A large, #square ziggurat. On its side, the inscription: 'This is what happens when you shoot first'
#vss365 #2wordprompt #vssmagic
Surely #distant eyes roll
Viewing us across the universe
At what promise we once possessed
Before minorities of narcissism grew
Engulfing our senses with greed
Even when warned of idolatrous shame
We turned our faces toward indifference
With moral ugliness #consuming possibility.
#vss365
#poetry
Una had a pocketful of magma eaters and a mysterious scroll, written in an ancient hand. Her left eye, a parting #gift from the war at Dione, was scanning for heat signatures. Just scaly pups feeding on the dead. She phased out, keeping her hidden from the blue Skimmers.
#vss365
‘Evidence of Wonder’
I taste the clouds
dipped in the afterlife
of peaches
breath of honey & the inside of petals
after rain has finished speaking
the gift
a disappearance
the path that widens the more you follow
No one asked the moon
why it arrived barefoot
only that it did
#vss365 #nature
Eternal moment—
Today's #gift keeps on giving
If you are present
(My 📸) #vss365 #haiku
Woodley Dowar
distant is not gone
it is just the shape hope takes
crossing the desert
#vss365 #Distant #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #JustWrite #WritingCommunity #BlueskyPoets
Dylan didn’t see the Charon as a #gift, a chance for vengeance and retribution, or some kind of solace for his loss. He saw it for what it would inevitably become. A coffin. They were dead, they simply hadn’t stopped moving.
The psych-eval had said he was borderline. He knew he was past it.
#vss365
Every moment,
Every breath,
Every sunrise,
Every sunset,
Every bird in the sky,
Every cat,
Every picture on the wall,
Every sigh,
Every book,
Every movie,
Every embrace through love,
Every heart,
Every song,
Every dog,
Every cloud,
Every dream,
Every passing thought,
A #gift.
#vss365
#love #Infatuation #vss365
delusion thrives where
discernment fails
I once knew a woman
who lived there
she spoke in haiku,
she moved like a
#distant dream
and I loved her, or
at least I thought I did
what a gift to ease -
to replace - this apathy
with poetry and
flowers
#haikufeels #replace #vss365 #gift #haiku #poetry #bloomscrolling #photography
