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“A poem cannot stop a bullet. A novel can't defuse a bomb. But we are not helpless. We can sing the truth and name the liars.”
Salman Rushdie
Salman Rushdie
Revival
New chapter
Blank pages
How Act 3 of me ages
will be left for others,
their stories to tell
Pray, in reflecting,
they speak of me well:
At times, verbose,
in creative flair
Other times, reticent,
… a cupboard, bare
Always, I beg,
remember: I cared
November 10, 2025 at 2:56 PM
Revival
New chapter
Blank pages
How Act 3 of me ages
will be left for others,
their stories to tell
Pray, in reflecting,
they speak of me well:
At times, verbose,
in creative flair
Other times, reticent,
… a cupboard, bare
Always, I beg,
remember: I cared
Turning the page
can feel so heavy
the good memories
like magnets
pull us back
Perhaps, a plot twist
will change the story’s arc
a happy ending
The credits roll
two lovers embrace
Etta James singing “At Last”
“And that, dear readers, is how they lived, happily ever after”
Wake up!
#Poetrycommunity
can feel so heavy
the good memories
like magnets
pull us back
Perhaps, a plot twist
will change the story’s arc
a happy ending
The credits roll
two lovers embrace
Etta James singing “At Last”
“And that, dear readers, is how they lived, happily ever after”
Wake up!
#Poetrycommunity
November 6, 2025 at 2:14 PM
Turning the page
can feel so heavy
the good memories
like magnets
pull us back
Perhaps, a plot twist
will change the story’s arc
a happy ending
The credits roll
two lovers embrace
Etta James singing “At Last”
“And that, dear readers, is how they lived, happily ever after”
Wake up!
#Poetrycommunity
can feel so heavy
the good memories
like magnets
pull us back
Perhaps, a plot twist
will change the story’s arc
a happy ending
The credits roll
two lovers embrace
Etta James singing “At Last”
“And that, dear readers, is how they lived, happily ever after”
Wake up!
#Poetrycommunity
He stood at the edge
the Wellington winds
eager to uplift grounded dreams
a parched spirit
… a wounded heart
But all he could do
was remember
the weight of his what ifs
were too much for weary wings
to overcome
and so he stands at the edge
with what ifs
that never whisper
“soar!”
#poetrycommunity
the Wellington winds
eager to uplift grounded dreams
a parched spirit
… a wounded heart
But all he could do
was remember
the weight of his what ifs
were too much for weary wings
to overcome
and so he stands at the edge
with what ifs
that never whisper
“soar!”
#poetrycommunity
October 30, 2025 at 6:49 AM
He stood at the edge
the Wellington winds
eager to uplift grounded dreams
a parched spirit
… a wounded heart
But all he could do
was remember
the weight of his what ifs
were too much for weary wings
to overcome
and so he stands at the edge
with what ifs
that never whisper
“soar!”
#poetrycommunity
the Wellington winds
eager to uplift grounded dreams
a parched spirit
… a wounded heart
But all he could do
was remember
the weight of his what ifs
were too much for weary wings
to overcome
and so he stands at the edge
with what ifs
that never whisper
“soar!”
#poetrycommunity
The chill came
and I knew it was time to harvest the memories
that gave comfort
… reflections of smiles
that drenched my heart in light
and laughter
…. so good and hearty
a fine crop
… nourishing
in its season
and I knew it was time to harvest the memories
that gave comfort
… reflections of smiles
that drenched my heart in light
and laughter
…. so good and hearty
a fine crop
… nourishing
in its season
October 22, 2025 at 1:10 PM
The chill came
and I knew it was time to harvest the memories
that gave comfort
… reflections of smiles
that drenched my heart in light
and laughter
…. so good and hearty
a fine crop
… nourishing
in its season
and I knew it was time to harvest the memories
that gave comfort
… reflections of smiles
that drenched my heart in light
and laughter
…. so good and hearty
a fine crop
… nourishing
in its season
October 16, 2025 at 1:47 PM
October 15, 2025 at 12:33 PM
Fallen leaves like flames
Crisp colors of a sun flare
A silkworm cocoons
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku
#fallen #silkworm
Crisp colors of a sun flare
A silkworm cocoons
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku
#fallen #silkworm
October 14, 2025 at 1:26 PM
Fallen leaves like flames
Crisp colors of a sun flare
A silkworm cocoons
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku
#fallen #silkworm
Crisp colors of a sun flare
A silkworm cocoons
#dailyhaikuprompt #haiku
#fallen #silkworm
Ashore, I landed
air bubbles in the waters
the only sign of life:
damage from the breakers,
yet to be assessed
healing will be a lifelong endeavor
the sound of the surf
became my clarion call
self preservation,
my salvation; my grace
through Drake Passage
I ignored the lore of the Orca’s song
air bubbles in the waters
the only sign of life:
damage from the breakers,
yet to be assessed
healing will be a lifelong endeavor
the sound of the surf
became my clarion call
self preservation,
my salvation; my grace
through Drake Passage
I ignored the lore of the Orca’s song
October 14, 2025 at 8:36 AM
Ashore, I landed
air bubbles in the waters
the only sign of life:
damage from the breakers,
yet to be assessed
healing will be a lifelong endeavor
the sound of the surf
became my clarion call
self preservation,
my salvation; my grace
through Drake Passage
I ignored the lore of the Orca’s song
air bubbles in the waters
the only sign of life:
damage from the breakers,
yet to be assessed
healing will be a lifelong endeavor
the sound of the surf
became my clarion call
self preservation,
my salvation; my grace
through Drake Passage
I ignored the lore of the Orca’s song
that it was,
gives light
to the hope
that it can be, again
leaves fall from branches
that no longer serve it
winter brings snowflakes
of exquisitely new crystals
spring premiers fresh blooms
summer, its golden hours of joy
love, informed
by pages turned
allows a new chapter
to begin
#poetry
gives light
to the hope
that it can be, again
leaves fall from branches
that no longer serve it
winter brings snowflakes
of exquisitely new crystals
spring premiers fresh blooms
summer, its golden hours of joy
love, informed
by pages turned
allows a new chapter
to begin
#poetry
October 13, 2025 at 3:04 PM
that it was,
gives light
to the hope
that it can be, again
leaves fall from branches
that no longer serve it
winter brings snowflakes
of exquisitely new crystals
spring premiers fresh blooms
summer, its golden hours of joy
love, informed
by pages turned
allows a new chapter
to begin
#poetry
gives light
to the hope
that it can be, again
leaves fall from branches
that no longer serve it
winter brings snowflakes
of exquisitely new crystals
spring premiers fresh blooms
summer, its golden hours of joy
love, informed
by pages turned
allows a new chapter
to begin
#poetry
I watched it drift away
until the horizon embraced it
and carried it far out of sight
to where, I do not know
I was certain only
that I no longer held it
and perhaps
that
was for the best
#poetry
Pinterest
until the horizon embraced it
and carried it far out of sight
to where, I do not know
I was certain only
that I no longer held it
and perhaps
that
was for the best
#poetry
October 12, 2025 at 3:08 AM
I watched it drift away
until the horizon embraced it
and carried it far out of sight
to where, I do not know
I was certain only
that I no longer held it
and perhaps
that
was for the best
#poetry
Pinterest
until the horizon embraced it
and carried it far out of sight
to where, I do not know
I was certain only
that I no longer held it
and perhaps
that
was for the best
#poetry
the sigh that pumps the final tears the letting go
like leafs in the fall
the chill after the surge
the last gasp
acceptance releases its ghost
a thread of smoke
silently disappearing
until there is no trace
it even existed
we are bared
to hold the brunt
of winter's test
#poetry
like leafs in the fall
the chill after the surge
the last gasp
acceptance releases its ghost
a thread of smoke
silently disappearing
until there is no trace
it even existed
we are bared
to hold the brunt
of winter's test
#poetry
October 8, 2025 at 10:29 AM
the sigh that pumps the final tears the letting go
like leafs in the fall
the chill after the surge
the last gasp
acceptance releases its ghost
a thread of smoke
silently disappearing
until there is no trace
it even existed
we are bared
to hold the brunt
of winter's test
#poetry
like leafs in the fall
the chill after the surge
the last gasp
acceptance releases its ghost
a thread of smoke
silently disappearing
until there is no trace
it even existed
we are bared
to hold the brunt
of winter's test
#poetry
whispers from a smoldering past
flames that kept seeking
the oxygen
of what could be
echoes through the walls
of memory
at night, a gentle breeze
a sweet interlude
a star that stopped to twinkle
and I found myself humming
a melody in the dark
#poetry
flames that kept seeking
the oxygen
of what could be
echoes through the walls
of memory
at night, a gentle breeze
a sweet interlude
a star that stopped to twinkle
and I found myself humming
a melody in the dark
#poetry
October 5, 2025 at 5:42 AM
whispers from a smoldering past
flames that kept seeking
the oxygen
of what could be
echoes through the walls
of memory
at night, a gentle breeze
a sweet interlude
a star that stopped to twinkle
and I found myself humming
a melody in the dark
#poetry
flames that kept seeking
the oxygen
of what could be
echoes through the walls
of memory
at night, a gentle breeze
a sweet interlude
a star that stopped to twinkle
and I found myself humming
a melody in the dark
#poetry
transparency is not
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
September 23, 2025 at 4:22 AM
transparency is not
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
for the faint of heart
or those in need of a rationale
they may use to defend
their miscalculation
when make-believe
comes to an end
#poetry
Flight
as soon as l
lift my head
from the burden of fear
and allow myself to believe
that l alone
hold the power
to manifest my dreams
in the soulucence of me
... I soar
#poetry
as soon as l
lift my head
from the burden of fear
and allow myself to believe
that l alone
hold the power
to manifest my dreams
in the soulucence of me
... I soar
#poetry
September 18, 2025 at 1:41 PM
Flight
as soon as l
lift my head
from the burden of fear
and allow myself to believe
that l alone
hold the power
to manifest my dreams
in the soulucence of me
... I soar
#poetry
as soon as l
lift my head
from the burden of fear
and allow myself to believe
that l alone
hold the power
to manifest my dreams
in the soulucence of me
... I soar
#poetry
love turned so many pages of me
heart beats fast
past old memories
all that matters
in this space and time
I am yours
and you are mine
#poetry #love #transparentwrite
heart beats fast
past old memories
all that matters
in this space and time
I am yours
and you are mine
#poetry #love #transparentwrite
September 2, 2025 at 12:01 PM
love turned so many pages of me
heart beats fast
past old memories
all that matters
in this space and time
I am yours
and you are mine
#poetry #love #transparentwrite
heart beats fast
past old memories
all that matters
in this space and time
I am yours
and you are mine
#poetry #love #transparentwrite
Poem, a sweet salve
A tincture; a remedy
How to mend my soul
#haikufeels #haiku #poetry
#writingprompt #mend
A tincture; a remedy
How to mend my soul
#haikufeels #haiku #poetry
#writingprompt #mend
September 2, 2025 at 10:12 AM
Poem, a sweet salve
A tincture; a remedy
How to mend my soul
#haikufeels #haiku #poetry
#writingprompt #mend
A tincture; a remedy
How to mend my soul
#haikufeels #haiku #poetry
#writingprompt #mend
sparrow looked up at eagle
envious of its height
what would blind sparrow
to the beauty of its own flight?
#poetry #poetrycommunity #naturewrite
envious of its height
what would blind sparrow
to the beauty of its own flight?
#poetry #poetrycommunity #naturewrite
September 1, 2025 at 8:20 PM
sparrow looked up at eagle
envious of its height
what would blind sparrow
to the beauty of its own flight?
#poetry #poetrycommunity #naturewrite
envious of its height
what would blind sparrow
to the beauty of its own flight?
#poetry #poetrycommunity #naturewrite
I don’t know what I’m feeling
just following pen
and praying it leads to the light
of inspiration again
#poetry #transparentwrite
just following pen
and praying it leads to the light
of inspiration again
#poetry #transparentwrite
August 1, 2025 at 1:39 PM
I don’t know what I’m feeling
just following pen
and praying it leads to the light
of inspiration again
#poetry #transparentwrite
just following pen
and praying it leads to the light
of inspiration again
#poetry #transparentwrite
Through every storm
you bent;
some laid you flat
‘til sun warmed the hardened creases
and gentler winds
lifted your gaze
Heart’s revived pulse
forced a breath,
suspended from the ceiling
of your soul,
through lungs, tired of the lift
you bent;
some laid you flat
‘til sun warmed the hardened creases
and gentler winds
lifted your gaze
Heart’s revived pulse
forced a breath,
suspended from the ceiling
of your soul,
through lungs, tired of the lift
August 1, 2025 at 1:11 PM
Through every storm
you bent;
some laid you flat
‘til sun warmed the hardened creases
and gentler winds
lifted your gaze
Heart’s revived pulse
forced a breath,
suspended from the ceiling
of your soul,
through lungs, tired of the lift
you bent;
some laid you flat
‘til sun warmed the hardened creases
and gentler winds
lifted your gaze
Heart’s revived pulse
forced a breath,
suspended from the ceiling
of your soul,
through lungs, tired of the lift
For the first time in a long while
I looked up to the sky
Not expecting any answers
Still, a risen “why?”
An eagle then came soaring
a vision in my sight
At heights without reason
Like reasons without rights
And wrongs don’t sing for pity
Or care to see the fear
I looked up to the sky
Not expecting any answers
Still, a risen “why?”
An eagle then came soaring
a vision in my sight
At heights without reason
Like reasons without rights
And wrongs don’t sing for pity
Or care to see the fear
August 1, 2025 at 12:30 PM
For the first time in a long while
I looked up to the sky
Not expecting any answers
Still, a risen “why?”
An eagle then came soaring
a vision in my sight
At heights without reason
Like reasons without rights
And wrongs don’t sing for pity
Or care to see the fear
I looked up to the sky
Not expecting any answers
Still, a risen “why?”
An eagle then came soaring
a vision in my sight
At heights without reason
Like reasons without rights
And wrongs don’t sing for pity
Or care to see the fear
Shhhhh
Hush now, dear heart
Silence is not the end
Pen, asleep
Hibernating in a Pynchon chamber
'Til thoughts unfold
Aliferous blooms of wisdom and whimsy, chant like dancing bells
upon Eolo’s winds
Patience, I pray
The lyrics in your soul will soon enough lead word to dance
once more
#poetry
Hush now, dear heart
Silence is not the end
Pen, asleep
Hibernating in a Pynchon chamber
'Til thoughts unfold
Aliferous blooms of wisdom and whimsy, chant like dancing bells
upon Eolo’s winds
Patience, I pray
The lyrics in your soul will soon enough lead word to dance
once more
#poetry
July 18, 2025 at 3:59 AM
Shhhhh
Hush now, dear heart
Silence is not the end
Pen, asleep
Hibernating in a Pynchon chamber
'Til thoughts unfold
Aliferous blooms of wisdom and whimsy, chant like dancing bells
upon Eolo’s winds
Patience, I pray
The lyrics in your soul will soon enough lead word to dance
once more
#poetry
Hush now, dear heart
Silence is not the end
Pen, asleep
Hibernating in a Pynchon chamber
'Til thoughts unfold
Aliferous blooms of wisdom and whimsy, chant like dancing bells
upon Eolo’s winds
Patience, I pray
The lyrics in your soul will soon enough lead word to dance
once more
#poetry
Halfway is the middle
where one can get lost
the echoes of dreams
like thunderous drums
pounding upon a spirit
Fears rise up in anarchy
determined to overthrow
heart’s vision
and mind’s decision
to strive and resist the
comehither of an easy chair
in a dark corner
of the middle
#poetry
where one can get lost
the echoes of dreams
like thunderous drums
pounding upon a spirit
Fears rise up in anarchy
determined to overthrow
heart’s vision
and mind’s decision
to strive and resist the
comehither of an easy chair
in a dark corner
of the middle
#poetry
July 2, 2025 at 7:42 AM
Halfway is the middle
where one can get lost
the echoes of dreams
like thunderous drums
pounding upon a spirit
Fears rise up in anarchy
determined to overthrow
heart’s vision
and mind’s decision
to strive and resist the
comehither of an easy chair
in a dark corner
of the middle
#poetry
where one can get lost
the echoes of dreams
like thunderous drums
pounding upon a spirit
Fears rise up in anarchy
determined to overthrow
heart’s vision
and mind’s decision
to strive and resist the
comehither of an easy chair
in a dark corner
of the middle
#poetry
I am the way of the wind
Spirit
being led to destiny
Even a fallen leaf
has a place to land
#Poetry #PoetryCommunity
🎨 Ursula Abresch
Spirit
being led to destiny
Even a fallen leaf
has a place to land
#Poetry #PoetryCommunity
🎨 Ursula Abresch
June 25, 2025 at 2:17 PM
I am the way of the wind
Spirit
being led to destiny
Even a fallen leaf
has a place to land
#Poetry #PoetryCommunity
🎨 Ursula Abresch
Spirit
being led to destiny
Even a fallen leaf
has a place to land
#Poetry #PoetryCommunity
🎨 Ursula Abresch