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@suzydobie.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 6:17 PM

#PoemsAbout #DeadLetter

#DeliveredinError
#PleaseForward
#poetry #poetrycommunity
#writing #writingcommunity
#poetryprompt

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

@thewombwellrainbow.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 5:57 AM

For #PoemsAbout #deadletter Thank you @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #poetry

A Dead Letter Caught in mid fall by a thread from a spider a leaf or samsara twirls. It can neither return or find soil or sustenance, a life suspended between it cannot return to its branch. It awaits the breakage of the thread to continue its journey to concrete or soil, or blown onto plastic.
@rburrows.bsky.socialSep 25, 2026, 5:33 AM

My #PoemsAbout #deadletter is one I wrote for Safety in Numbers - a @gillcresearch.bsky.social poetry collection where each piece was written in response to the previous one. I was sorting through my Dad’s stuff when I received mine. Thanks @thebrokenspine.co.uk @alanparrywriter.co.uk #poetry

@cieloceano.bsky.socialSep 24, 2026, 10:21 PM

#poemsabout
#poetry
The letter may be lost but never #deadletter
#love
#pantoum
#blacksapphire

A Black Sapphire I read that letter: ten years ago she wrote. When the drizzle of her hair was a black sapphire. Her skin a sandy storm, the sky to go before her eyes. And nothing holding us back from the sea and its tides. When the drizzle of her hair was a black sapphire. Sometimes dawn tells, sometimes its afterglow hides. And nothing holding us back from the sea and its tides. I want to meet again before the darkest woods. Sometimes dawn tells, sometimes its afterglow hides. Where storms bear names of thunder, I’ll abide. I want to meet again before the darkest woods. A sax that plays the night into a thousand years. Where storms bear names of thunder, I’ll abide. She be my fire road, misty grass and bride. A sax that plays the night into a thousand years. I’ll stay beside her, even when her eyes turn into fear. She be my fire road, misty grass and bride. I read that letter ten years ago she wrote. I’ll stay beside her, even when her eyes turn into fear. When the drizzle of her hair was a black sapphire.
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