Latina writer/poet/mental health advocate/holistic energy coach/trauma care practitioner/eclectic hedge witch
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@deepsouldiver.bsky.social
Latina writer/poet/mental health advocate/holistic energy coach/trauma care practitioner/eclectic hedge witch
https://linktr.ee/DeepWildCoaching
You can also find me at
https://bsky.app/profile/deepwildcoaching.bsky.social
the golden sound of falling leaves deep in the dark an owl is hooting quietly
gale force winds
standing in their wake
dandelion stems
#DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku
autumn dawn
the slow falling
of a leaf
An etheral song lured me to the library by the sea, where they keep The Book of the Sirens. I have no choice, but to open it, although I don‘t know what will happen: Will it devour me, suck me in & make an illustration? Or will it be the beginning of my eternal service for the library by the sea?
autumn rain--
cold bony fingers
creeping up my legs
Thicket opened up,
A hydrangea haven,
Hidden all this time.
#BraveWrite #hydrangea #haiku #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@bravewrite.bsky.social
alone for now
in the rain-soaked forrest
mushrooms unfold
#HaikuChallenge #unfold
#thingstowriteabout #mushrooms
#Haiku #HaikuSaturday #micropoetry #micropoem
black moon —
the clock of life
stands still
#DailyHaikuPrompt #fullmoon
#horrorprompt #black
#Senryu #micropoetry #micropoem #spooky #halloween
embracing delusions, the fog thickens when i leave home #senryu
puddles freezing, tonight i order more winter clothes online #senryu
autumn sky
time has stopped
for just an hour
I wrap myself in breeze
speaking only in gusts
A new beginning
Is always an option, room
For re-invention.
#OurPoetryX #beginning #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@ourpoetryx.bsky.social
evening walk
he unlaces
my sneakers
#vss365 #SenryuSunday #senryu
a gentle distraction
secrets told by candlelight
touch with acceptance
felt on the skin
of blended scents
a new identity birthed
from the music of the dance
At first light, I felt the wind press through my hoodie, as if the land itself was reminding me to breathe. The grass and clouds rolled in slow waves, and somewhere in the distance the bison rumbled a deep, steady thunder that I felt as much as I heard. In the sounds, I felt history.
autumn leaves
another luminous presence
shifting colors, blushing bliss
and the ravens are convening
Good morning
Jack Frost -
pink cheeks.