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@bethosmond.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 6:41 AM

/backs to the ocean/ indifferent to the fact of an incoming tide 🌊 ❤️
#poemsabout

@bethosmond.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 6:38 AM

For #poemsabout #faultlines
Thankyou @alanparrywriter.co.uk
Looking forward to reading everyone’s contributions.

Hatched Hatchery from V. Press
@janpsolivagant.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 6:20 AM

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

#poetry: ©Jan Peters, 2025

#poetrycommunity #PoetsOfBluesky #GenX #penfriends #80s #90s #ColdWar #Yugoslavia #Croatia #Zagreb #Bosnia

Zagreb Elegy We bond over Letters: Shared passion for Language, literature - the Life of the Mind; Shared cache of quotes from Python, Blackadder, ‘Allo ‘Allo. The Girl from Zagreb - Polyglot, worldly beyond her Eighteen years, working-class - Eclipsing with ease the churchy, Would-be Oxbridge crop of a Suffolk sixth form. Her neat, feminine hand, My barely legible scrawl: Aghast at Tiananmen Square, Elated at the Fall of the Berlin Wall. Maiden Voyage, December 1989: Sleeper via Milan to stay with her In Hrvatska*, Yugoslavia. Melee of Laibach, Gastarbeiter**, Hyperinflation, Hand-milled coffee and MTV. Goli Otok, Adriatic Alcatraz, Abandoned that very year. Bratstvo, jedinstvo i suživot~ - Dried husks crumbling into tinder. My friend’s university ID: Latin and Croatian arrayed in Solemn columns - Zagreb folding back into the Bulwark of Christendom. One morning, dark-clad, Sombre, she absents herself. High-school comrade, Bosnian Muslim girl, has Taken her own life. Later, My friend, dejected, recalls the Mother’s blank-eyed, flint-faced Parting words: Možda će joj Bog oprostiti - Maybe God will forgive her. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2025 *Croatia ** Foreign or migrant workers (German) ~ Brotherhood, Unity, and Coexistence
@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 6:04 AM

For #PoemsAbout #Faultlines and @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk

Hear "Welcome to my world," every time I talk of pains in small of my back and up my legs. Twenty years standing at work gives her compatible pains that work into snap remarks about lack of quality in cleaning bathroom, or any other room in the home, putting pressure on handles as if she is expected to repair every blemish, worn items, aging husbands, and her own decay to preserve illusion that all is right.
@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 11, 2026, 6:00 AM

#PoemsAbout #FaultLines is live.

Find the fracture. Put your finger in it.

Post from today through Thursday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text. #TakeRisks #EndOnAnImage #AvoidCliché

Read 3+. Repost. Reply.

Black-and-white photograph of a rough rock face split by a deep, dark vertical crack running down its centre. The Broken Spine logo is at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #FAULTLINES”.
@rburrows.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 5:53 AM

#PoemsAbout

@bethbpoet.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 5:47 AM

It’s Friday again so…#PoemsAbout. #Faultlines. Thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk and Alan Parry

On the beach They have drawn a line in the sand; a deep incision wide as the stick one of them used to make it. It is a line of principles of stances taken. You may approach to consider its certainties: thus far no further they will not countenance any stepping beyond it is after all a line in the sand. Ask a question while they stand there resplendent in an angry black stand there backs to the ocean indifferent to the fact of an incoming tide
@throwawayreg.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 5:38 AM

reyt Friday this is it girls & boys
over the hill and into #PoemsAbout
here’s my little “throwaway” poem
for #Faultlines and give thanks to
@alanparrywriter.co.uk
@thebrokenspine.co.uk
enjoy your weekend everyone everywhere
not forgetting it’s my birthday weekend 🛋️🚶‍➡️🚶‍♂️🚶‍➡️🚶‍♂️🫶🏿👩‍🦰

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@sueimnw.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:58 AM

For this week's #PoemsAbout theme #FaultLines with thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk

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@johnchmura.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:24 AM

#PoemsAbout #FaultLines #PoemsAloud @thebrokenspine.co.uk

@johnchmura.bsky.socialSep 11, 2026, 4:20 AM

#PoemsAbout #FaultLines @thebrokenspine.co.uk
Yes, there are many epic and heroic stories about 9/11, but for the most part history is made up of pointillistic, random moments. I will put a reading in the comments.

SEA MONKEYS I made a friend of convenience in the serpentine queue at the New York Waterway terminal waiting for ferries back to Jersey. Just two tandem hatchlings in a tank full of sea monkeys sharing innocent histories to pass time, and trying to pan reason from a conduit of chaos. Doing mental math we figured two heads were better than one so we made a pact to stick together until we were assured of our shared returns. Five or six hours later a ferry a bus a city hike a couple of rail lines I finally reached my dad on a borrowed phone and he met the train at Matawan station. I offered my companion a ride but her hesitation immediately told me she would remain on the southbound train and our symbiotic tether had been severed. We wished each other a very well psychically remapping our actual lives but I feel a bit hollow recollecting neither of us knows the other’s name.
@cieloceano.bsky.socialSep 10, 2026, 10:43 PM

For #faultline.
#poemsabout #poetry #villanelle
The crack rarely begins in this lifetime.

When I Was the Secret My name was secret, when I was the night: for love had flown across the winged day where even shadows wore a cloak of light. A human birth is mirth of clouds in may, a whimsy whisper bound to bear its might. My name was secret, when I was the night. Words are but dust particles, carrying on their say in spinning outer space of matters dark and bright where even shadows wore a cloak of light. Your meaning comes by, while I’m far away: I—flying kite while I should be a knight. My name was secret, when I was the night. A woman’s hand are what isn’t meant to stay because of dawn—both black and white are right: where even shadows wore a cloak of light. We’re on this world, yet we’re not meant to pray; not even when our woods unfold in blights. My name was secret, when I was the night: where even shadows wore a cloak of light.
@throwawayreg.bsky.socialSep 10, 2026, 12:44 PM

Afternoon
2 chairs waiting for #PoemsAbout
hope to see your poems tomorrow sitting here 🛋️

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@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 10, 2026, 6:00 AM

Tomorrow: #PoemsAbout #FaultLines.

Don’t write the earthquake. Write the crack that knew it was coming.

Don’t post before Friday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text.

Black-and-white photograph of a rough rock face split by a deep, dark vertical crack running down its centre. The Broken Spine logo is at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #FAULTLINES”.
@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 8, 2026, 6:00 AM

#PoemsAbout #FaultLines starts Friday.

Write what happens under pressure. The hairline crack. The old division. The thing everybody stepped over until the ground moved.

Draft now. Share from Friday. Tag #PoemsAbout. Use Alt Text.

Black-and-white photograph of a rough rock face split by a deep, dark vertical crack running down its centre. The Broken Spine logo is at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #FAULTLINES”.
@philippabowe.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 6:04 PM

Sunday offering for #PoemsAbout and the #SheddingSkins prompt. Thanks to @thebrokenspine.co.uk and @alanparrywriter.co.uk 💜

Pale blue box with the words of a prose poem: The Snaking of Icarus The Icarus who plummeted, tasted the salt of the sea that took his name long after it coffined him, was not the end-of-the-story Icarus, but instead the skin he shed in the Helios scorch, the skin he shed to feed our thirst for the tragic dénouement, the narrative-wrapped moral, leaving him skinless and free and light, another Icarus who journeyed to the heart of the sun where he grew quietly old growing flowers of flame, writing odes to the sky in the sand, never regretting the celebrity of discarded and drowned flesh and wings.
@rburrows.bsky.socialSep 6, 2026, 8:23 AM

#PoemsAbout #SheddingSkins #smallpoemsunday #haiku 🦀 Happy Sunday!

rock-scuttle claw-wave gulls watch, silently amused prey’s soft-backed panic
@thebrokenspine.co.ukSep 6, 2026, 6:00 AM

Next up: #FaultLines. The crack rarely starts where everyone can see it. Families. Lovers. Bodies. Borders. Beliefs. Find the pressure underneath. New theme begins Friday. Don’t post early. Use Alt Text. Tag #PoemsAbout. Read. Repost. Reply.

Black-and-white photograph of a rough rock face split by a deep, dark vertical crack running down its centre. The Broken Spine logo is at the top left and @thebrokenspine.co.uk at the top right. White text at the bottom reads: “Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #FAULTLINES”.