RE: https://writing.exchange/@adaptiveoptics/116322984623338698
@adaptiveoptics this is gorgeous.
"yet you remain
like you
have a choice"
who gave you the secret frequencies to my heart strings?
I'm a crepuscular poet who drifts between phases irregularly, carried by an unrequited romance with the Moon. If you create something that's the right shape, poetry may fall out of me.
In reality I'm a British European in southern England who marinaded in Scotland and the Westcountry.
I occasionally post photos on my Pixelfed account at https://metapixl.com/@wordsmith
I will gladly accept more poetry.
| Pronouns | he/him |
| Poetry | Please |
| Phase | Waxing Crescent |
| License | All data CC-BY-NC-SA. No ML/AI/scraping |
RE: https://writing.exchange/@adaptiveoptics/116322984623338698
@adaptiveoptics this is gorgeous.
"yet you remain
like you
have a choice"
who gave you the secret frequencies to my heart strings?
*browsing image search results for "Hampshire gate"*
me: pppft that's not a Hampshire Gate, that's a Dorset Gate!
Get you and your gate snobbery.
"The term kissing gate appears in English from at least the 19th century. The most widely accepted explanation derives from the older meaning of the verb to kiss, meaning to touch lightly or closely"
some of the kissing gates I've enjoyed are definitely more smooching gates because those things are anything but gentle and quiet.
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tumblewalk
whether the earth turns
or the sky above
moves for them
little matters to most
but at least the first
far star as our star fades
seen on our rocky walk
cuts the bright noise of day
with its own
little whole of light
in the great roll around us
"Can you believe in the USSR they had to register typewriters?" — people who have to present government ID to install an OS