#vss365 #Fairytales 

Rumpelstiltskin’s last name is #Palimpsest.

Your skin is a #palimpsest read by starlight,
Old desires like ghost-script lie hushed out of sight;
Each kiss strips the varnish,
Turns pages to tarnish,
And I trace your remembered small storms in the night.

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‎Palimpsest! Here, boy! Ha, #palimpsest comes running. He's wagging his different tails, with loving eyes that go back and forth from black to gimlet brown, then blue. He jumps up on my legs intermittently, and then I ruffle the fur on his back that cycles through all the pedigrees.
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Hidden cave housing
Old palimpsests, a secret
School, long forgotten.
#vss365 #palimpsest #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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There's no new paper anymore.
That's fine most of the time.
Palimpsest looks more textured than bleached papyrus, & it also sounds a bit fiendish colloquially.
But there its etches are, with palimpsest - the fear you worked through, & its making things murky. Time & time again.
#vss365 #palimpsest

Monday... new week new opportunities. #vss365 #haiku

Past is forgotten
#palimpsest heart for new lines
Inscribe your desire

She inked a simple rune across the palimpsest. A slight squint of her eyes brought older, faded runes into focus, creating a layered bindrune far more significant than she understood at the time.

#vss365 #palimpsest

p.s. again, in the normal cursed way of these things for me, I don't know how to pronounce #palimpsest.

#Palimpsest is one of my favourite words, so in the normal cursed way of such things, I might not be able to think of anything to write for #vss365.

I am a #palimpsest and so are you.

A book recommendation instead, where I first came across the word: Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body.

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My memory
But #palimpsest…
A shifting sand’s
Recall

I try to write
Our story
But that’s when
My stylus stalls

For truth ne’er played
A starring role
In our love’s
Rise and fall

So on this scroll
I will not write
‘Til true love
Pays a call…

History is written on the side of the bus. Layers upon layers, weathered through time's trust. A human #palimpsest of memories and ink. We're closer to oblivion than we think. Scratch away the poster from a 2025 show. Maybe getting lost is the right way to go.

#vss365

#vss365 #palimpsest

In a Paris cafe, I breakfasted on black coffee and croissants: typical of the French to develop a cuisine that is 'toute la bouche mais pas de pantalons'.

The cafe's laminated menu had been wiped so many times it was limper than a one-legged runner. It was high-time to move on.

Held in memory
Faded outlines of the past
Living palimpsest

#vss365 #Palimpsest #Senryu

We are all a #palimpsest.
Old versions of ourselves never fully erased, just written over.
Maybe growth isn’t becoming someone new, but learning to read the traces of who we’ve been.
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She backed up against the metal door, surprised. "Me?"

"He comes out, and now here you are."

She quickly slid sideways away from the door and out into the alley proper. "I don't know him." Her life was a #palimpsest waiting to be rewritten. "He took something from me." #vss365 #writing

Will books on paper, bound and inked,
Succumb to screens and go extinct?
Or will the printed page remain
To help revive the screen-worn brain?

#vss365 #palimpsest

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𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒕
𝑨 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆
𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒌
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#Haiku #HaiQ #VSS365 #Palimpsest

9/7: Palimpsest
#vss365
#prompt
#palimpsest

Definition: Noun. A manuscript (like a scroll, pad, page, or screen) from which the original text has been scraped or washed off so the surface can be reused.

Song: Blue in Green, Kind of Blue, Miles Davis
Song: Palimpsest, Georgia Stitt