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@mwplovesmusic.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 5:59 PM

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

Blame what was the tremor, rumble, that something was amiss; when did cooed words turn barbs, silences, replace goodbye kiss; what was the moment, second, that one of us knew; when did you see hate, I anticipate anger’s cue; was it the bottle, hand, mouth, pain; it matters not, ending is the same Photo, no description
@phylogeneticsteve.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:56 PM

This is my entry for #PoemsAbout #Fault Lines

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

Dedicated to my good friend @sirmacaronius.bsky.social 💛

#vss365 #vssdaily #BlueSkyPoets #Inkmine #writingprompt #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity

Beautiful Fault Lines Beautiful fractures, bleeding right here. Mac warded Blue when he tainted me good, He was my old vice, my daily good mood Easy to talk to out of solitude. What would I be like without fear? Trampled like leaves from fall last year... Then two months later my voice became hoarse, Dragged to the ground till I'm watching Ryan's cold hearse. Beautiful fault lines, I'm here, I remained. I thought I would never see me again. Be me again. My beautiful fractures, yet here I remain I thought I would not survive last year.. My beautiful fractures.
@fhpowellwriter.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:37 PM

#PoemsAbout

#FaultLines
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk

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@davidbirch.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 2:41 PM

Here's a fairly literal response to today's #PoemsAbout #Faultlines but it fits in with recent attempts to write about our local Jurassic Coast.
Many thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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@karmicmishap.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 1:23 PM

The group mind diverged
Along long-standing fault lines -
A conflict, renewed.

#poetry
#PoemsAbout
#FaultLines
#senryu

@pvcannon.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 12:22 PM

For #PoemsAbout #FaultLines

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

A free verse poem that explores relationship using plaster board as the metaphor.
@survivors-poetry.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 11:54 AM

@throwawayreg.bsky.social - live and very dangerous (or is that endangered?) at Survivors' Poetry Zoom Party Tuesday 22 September, as featured poet alongside #PoemsAbout maestro-magician @alanparrywriter.co.uk: an evening not to be missed, lest dreadful retribution threaten, from the sound of this!🥰

@patriciajvs.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 11:29 AM

It's Friday and in the North, enjoying a few days with family in Edinburgh. Here's my contribution to #PoemsAbout #FaultLines. Thank you to @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk I'll read later after childcare duties!

Under Pressure It started then, A tiny line, a rift, Hairline fracture, Imprint of a head Colliding with the hawthorn tree, A coming of age they said, Bruised and battered, Thorns and stitches, An audible crack, Broken skull, What a mistake I made Tying myself to you, That hairline craze, The first fault line Fragmenting, shattering A promise doomed as it fell Into a cataclysmic canyon, Of lies and smiles.
@osageorange.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 10:19 AM

Greetings, a contribution for this week's #PoemsAbout theme #FaultLines - thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk for hosting
#poetry

the king and i we, etcetera while he invokes emergency powers, etcetera for whatnot and so on, etcetera
@brendafromia.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 10:11 AM

#poemsabout #FaultLines
Fault lines with a political bent…can’t seem to help myself. 😬

Fault Lines It’s not his fault, he proclaims; it’s Biden’s fault, Hilary’s fault, and Obama’s fault; Canada and Mexico? it’s their fault too you don’t like war, high gas and grocery prices? that’s Iran’s fault; Democracy is cracking, crumbling and slipping towards fascism; freedom lies on an unstable fault line; fractures widening with each lie, dirty deed and cover up; we are on the precipice of a disaster; we must build an authoritarian proof shelter on solid ground to rescue us from this disastrous MAGA cult fault line
@metaphorqu.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 9:47 AM

@thebrokenspine.co.uk
#PoemsAbout
#FaultLines

They said to plant Aconite to bloom in Autumn.

No one told me - not even the gardener - that one touch could kill
(the bees are wary)

So were I to find a dead blackbird
(or some other spring memory ) on the ground beneath

Would it be my fault?

@andywilliamson.comSep 11, 2026, 9:07 AM

Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk for this week's #PoemsAbout #FaultLines, here's something short and sweet... will check in on others later! #poetry

Before the divorce we ate canapés this must be your muse the artist asked me sparkling wine in hand as we small talked the gallery opening no, I said this is my wife have you met?
@bernp.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 9:00 AM

thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk for #PoemsAbout #FaultLines look forward to seeing other's work

Insomnia An appalling crack of light Pours into my room, Picking up in its cast Specks, spiralling Across this place Where I can no Longer find peace. A little universe from hell. It seems to draw me Away from familiar Weather, the arcadia of my life, She, who rises and falls Beside me in sleep. I beached, marooned By the baying rabble in The courtroom of my head, Cursing the crushed velvet, moth Book marking a fold in the curtain, For its good fortune, in being dead.
@ianbrownlie.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 8:44 AM

And this morning I have given myself the earworm of 'Your Fault' from Into the Woods. Which is great, but even so.
#PoemsAbout #FaultLines

my fault clearly things had gone pear-shaped it was another failure another inquest would begin another post-mortem concluding that there had been no indication but i would pass my driving test eventually
@sonnetsmith.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 8:39 AM

A first draft of my contribution to #FaultLines #PoemsAbout
Thank you @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
For hosting!!

##poetry #blueskypoetry

Shifting plates, shifting times Changes following fault lines And reinvention's catalysed As from beneath, volcanoes rise. Pockmarked face, ruptured skin, The oozes seeping from within Leave a landscape without hope Subject to the pains of growth, Magma's puss though, fades away, Leaves fertile ground within its stay Where forests of a thousand hairs Are cultivated, with great care To cover up the cracks and scars That settled in across the years. But time; as she is want, still moves Those plates, and with them cracks and grooves Paint chasms in a different place Where forests can't erase their trace New acts each day on seismic stage, And tremors just increase with age.
@hareontherun.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 8:30 AM

Haven't dabbled in #PoemsAbout with @thebrokenspine.co.uk for ages. Here's a little 'un for today's #FaultLines with thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk

Reaching for the faultmeter was the easy part. More tricky was locating the positive and negative terminals of our disagreement
@jenthorne.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 7:10 AM

Another week is over and another #PoemsAbout day is upon us.

I've had a doozy of a week, but I made it. Here's to everyone else that did 👏

Now let's share some cool poetry 🩶🩶🩶

#FaultLines
#GenerationalTrauma
#Poetry

Fault Line I didn’t grow up with monsters. I grew up with people who were carrying so much they dropped pieces of themselves. I feel the weight of the swallowed anger. The pressure of choices not made. A stone, an heirloom, sitting on my chest. I want to blame them. I do. I want to point and say you did this to me. But I won't. Instead I sit with the truth: they shared what they had. Now do the cracks end here or keep traveling?
@clareobrien.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 6:43 AM

For #PoemsAbout - thanks to
@alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Might use some of this one in my novel-in-progress - title 'Light Switch' - which is very much about #Faultlines

NEXT LIFE by Clare O'Brien The asphalt scabs are crumbling, their planes acutely angled, potholes erupting stones. Tarmac prairies once allowed the smooth running of machines, whose long reign is at an end. Wild emeralds emerge from cracks, throbbing with moisture. Wet life reasserts, ebbing the tide of tar. Rain falls like a blessing on the tiny forests, oozing moss, copses and bogs reaffirmed. We beat our wings and howl, take to the sun bright air, swim the deepening green.