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@phylogeneticsteve.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 6:58 AM

This is my entry for #PoemsAbout #Strays

Also for #AmpersandAfterDark

@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
@madp03t.bsky.social

I've been purging these strays out of my mind.

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Seitei no Kawazu Frog At The Bottom Of The Well There is no sin thriving on these hands Nothing on these hands I don't have Not even love Not even strays And I don't have to explore these emotions All of these strays, all of these frogs Making eggs Frothing in the well Sliming in my well And they poisoned my entire point of view. Stray frogs on my hands, former friends I had no clue Talking about me saying things that are untrue! Poisoning my well while they are all stuck in there. Gomenasai, their love have sent me to nowhere! All these frogs, all these strays, all these frogs, all these strays, all these frogs, all these strays— STUCK IN THERE!! All of these strays I once called I once kept I once called, my dear friends all frothing deep in my old well! A thousand eggs all filled The lies that they shilled! So tight was their embrace I'm running out of air! All of these frogs I once kept I once kept I once kept as my friends but they changed, new legs bursting forth! My new rule for myself is to purge all of these strays From every part of me, My head, my fingers, my toes, and my stomach! There is no love writhing on these hands Living in my head I don't have Not even care, Not even Empathy— The frogs in the well All of the entrails, all the frogspawn Churning legs None of their names All of their foam Have spilled into my pristine, cold floor All these frogs, all these strays, all these frogs, all these strays, all these frogs, all these strays— DIE IN THERE!! All of these strays I once cared I once paid I have grown so distant away from me because of their lies! Secretions rubbed off of me A neurotoxin! Mouth foaming as I breathe long enough to say this: All of these ingrates these tumors these strays I have known to be friends I thought they were but I'm shaking off! My new rule for myself is to drain them from my well, Out of my eyesight, my taste buds, my flashbacks, sensations of peace. Viscera out of my well! Watching them multiply Th
@stacebot.bsky.socialSep 19, 2026, 2:57 AM

for this week's #PoemsAbout i'm trying to contain #Strays rather than describe them

@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

#prompt #poetry #blueskypoetry #writesky #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #fictionwriters #poets #creativewriting

stray i’m having that nightmare again the one about the cars--the accident until i wake filled with the results of the late night myself the only salvation hot strong coffee later i walk in the sun without direction the purposelessness feels sneaky like a cold draft let my mind wander farther than my feet can carry imagine myself getting run down by a passing car i stop when i am far enough away from home to text even though i've had my phone in my hand the whole way open our messages type something delete it against the traffic i call listen until the ringing stops when it’s my turn i can’t remember what to say half-heartedly watch a movie after the sun goes down but turn it off part way realizing i’ll either cry soon or lose interest and i don’t have the spirit for either instead i try to write and nothing comes out nothing worthwhile only something about that stupid dream i’ve been having since i was old enough to remember i write about how this morning i wondered if my neighbors were dead in their apartment because i could hear their alarm clock going off for over an hour the rational response that they may have just been out didn’t occur to me until later but i select it all with the mouse and hit the delete key create a new document without a name and type bagpipes are sexy
@karenpgonzalez.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 8:28 PM

The simplicity, striking, lets the poem breath! Nicely done! #poemsabout #strays @thebrokenspine.co.uk

@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 3:53 PM

For #PoemsAbout #Strays for @thebrokenspine.co.uk :

I'm Feral I'll trash your tidy desk, slap a photocopy of my bare arse, above it that says "kiss my arse". I'll tip your rubbish bins down the street My fretted crests'll slop over your carefully built barriers My spontaneous fires'll burn your precious stuff My earth'll move your home shatter it to splinters break your neat pavements pothole your smooth roads flood your flood defences overgrow your borders put weeds in your flowerbeds steal your freshly sown seeds bloody your egg laying chickens swear at your mam and dad then give them a hug wide eyed I'll scarper with a whistle and skip down your street shout "Anyone wanna shag me?" And say, "Now, do you love me?"
@brendafromia.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 3:11 PM

#PoemsAbout #Strays #triolet

I grabbed on to a stray thought
I turned it over in my mind
My thoughts turned into a knot
I grabbed on to a stray thought
Clarity is what I sought
Alas, enlightenment was declined
I grabbed on to a stray thought
I turned it over in my mind

@mwplovesmusic.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 2:03 PM

A screenshot
with the time
circled,
what was
I doing for 43
minutes,
breath quickening,
panic chasing,
mind blank,
I don’t know,
I was here with you

my cage got smaller,
your domain got bigger,
I never went anywhere,
everyday the same

#poemsabout #strays @thebrokenspine.co.uk #poetry

@frankhudson.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:23 PM

For #PoemsAbout #Strays @thebrokenspine.co.uk #PoemsAloud
here’s a voice from the ancestors (Kenneth Patchen) on the topic today—there’s also fierce guitar. frankhudson.org/2019/12/14/d...

@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:11 PM

Our House

Pallets on the floor
Safe in a room without doors
Love what they came for

#haiku #PoemsAbout #Strays

@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:10 PM

Basement Dwellers

I'm masking all day
Collecting rejected strays
Go our separate ways

#haiku
#PoemsAbout #Strays

@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:10 PM

House of Hera

Rise, Whiskey Woman
Witching hour awaits you
Club, Joi calling Come

#haiku
#PoemsAbout #Strays

@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:08 PM

Wicked Women

Belong to no one
Outsider riding along
Periphery’s edge

#haiku #PoemsAbout #Strays

@blackbijewess.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 12:06 PM

Uneven Streets

Remember my name
Lifestyles of the Lonely Ones
Strangest of the strange

#haiku
#PoemsAbout #Strays

@merrildsmith.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 11:16 AM

Good morning! I missed last Friday. I went in a different direction for today's #PoemsAbout #Strays. Thanks as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Night Birds A stray thought f l u t t e r e d into my mind crossing neuron seas on albatross wings collecting shiny flotsam with magpie dedication gathering others a murder of crows a murmuration filled my dream horizons. The thought constructed a calamity nest, in it, laid an anxiety egg that hatched words like a star shedding light silvering the surface, sinking below.
@fleurdu.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 11:07 AM

For #PoemsAbout #strays
Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk #tricubes

Image of a tricubes poem by Fleur du P for #poemsabout #strays As strays we never knew otherwise Stray button down sofa side one thing Stray hair, my pillow last straw in barn —Fleur du P
@pvcannon.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 10:54 AM

For #PoemsAbout #Strays

With much thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk

A free verse poem that takes the persona of a werewolf.
@patriciajvs.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 10:34 AM

Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk - it's Friday again. This feels less like a poem and more like a tiny biography to recognise 30 years of an amazing organisation: Ben's Centre www.benscentre.org
#PoemsAbout #Strays

Straying A wet spring evening, ten years ago or so, With leaves taking a lashing, Boxed saplings twisting Wind whistling through perimeter walls of late Victorian buildings Under parasols in Leopold square He recognised you, In a corner sitting out the rain, watchful, cold, aware of Every movement from the door Of a forgotten Italian restaurant, A youthful man with the dog end of a cigarette, Trying to belong, sitting with style, Belying his worth with a stained shirt and trainers With trenches, where seams should have been. Sock-less in an unfashionable way. Divergent paths, Though you sat together, learned together, Now my boy went to sit with you again, Offering a new cigarette, Allowing you to stay out of the rain a little longer, Lessening the pressure or distain of the waiting staff. You told a story of lost work, A family who cared less than they could Of dispute and disharmony, Three months on the Sheffield streets Nowhere to go, no one to love, Medicating numbness and peace of mind, Not dry or clean enough for the Arches, Homeless, down, out and more, My boy gave you his socks, A Brave acceptance, despite your circumstances! Ten pounds in cash, all we had And you left with a thank you, Not wishing to embarrass further, I hope you found Ben's Centre, eventually A way home.
@janedougherty47.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 9:14 AM

Back from visiting family and a different region. The anxiety follows though like that hungry dog.
#PoemsAbout #Strays @thebrokenspine.co.uk

@davidbirch.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 8:56 AM

Here's my response to today's #PoemsAbout prompt #Strays. It probably needs development but maybe there's an idea here to work on. Many thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk. Looking forward to reading and responding to other offerings from the #PoetryCommunity

@deemclachlan.bsky.socialSep 18, 2026, 8:32 AM

A wee beastie #haibun for this #fridaypoem for the #poetryprompt - #strays
Hosted by @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk with #poemsabout every week

#poetrycommunity #haibuns #naturepoems #shrews #poems #poets #poemAltText #UseAltText

Stray By Dawn Mclachlan I read once that shrews don't really understand that we exist. In their minds we are as vast and unknowable as mountains, as silent and slow moving as trees. Their hearts beat 1000 times a minute and to them we are glacial in our pace. Imagine living in a world where it's possible to stray wild beyond the comprehension of man. We once placed our tent Across the tracks of a shrew And still he ran through
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