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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
The waves crashed
I withstood
At backside of the wash-through,
the ocean’s roar began to #wane
It changed its course
but did not give up its power
#vss365 #poetry #justwrite #writingcommunity
I withstood
At backside of the wash-through,
the ocean’s roar began to #wane
It changed its course
but did not give up its power
#vss365 #poetry #justwrite #writingcommunity
January 27, 2026 at 8:00 AM
The waves crashed
I withstood
At backside of the wash-through,
the ocean’s roar began to #wane
It changed its course
but did not give up its power
#vss365 #poetry #justwrite #writingcommunity
I withstood
At backside of the wash-through,
the ocean’s roar began to #wane
It changed its course
but did not give up its power
#vss365 #poetry #justwrite #writingcommunity
the lie was not the #ruse
the truth you lived in
projected a distorted image
upon the walls of my heart
I had to step back
to see it more clearly
#vss365 #poetry #justwrite
the truth you lived in
projected a distorted image
upon the walls of my heart
I had to step back
to see it more clearly
#vss365 #poetry #justwrite
January 27, 2026 at 7:36 AM
the lie was not the #ruse
the truth you lived in
projected a distorted image
upon the walls of my heart
I had to step back
to see it more clearly
#vss365 #poetry #justwrite
the truth you lived in
projected a distorted image
upon the walls of my heart
I had to step back
to see it more clearly
#vss365 #poetry #justwrite
At the point of Grace
I fell to my knees
The blisters on my spirit
soothed by the salve of forgiveness
I thanked my God in heaven
The noise beyond the gates, muffled
A Snow Eater thawing
the last of my resistance,
I took breath
and welcomed life
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
I fell to my knees
The blisters on my spirit
soothed by the salve of forgiveness
I thanked my God in heaven
The noise beyond the gates, muffled
A Snow Eater thawing
the last of my resistance,
I took breath
and welcomed life
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
January 27, 2026 at 7:15 AM
At the point of Grace
I fell to my knees
The blisters on my spirit
soothed by the salve of forgiveness
I thanked my God in heaven
The noise beyond the gates, muffled
A Snow Eater thawing
the last of my resistance,
I took breath
and welcomed life
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
I fell to my knees
The blisters on my spirit
soothed by the salve of forgiveness
I thanked my God in heaven
The noise beyond the gates, muffled
A Snow Eater thawing
the last of my resistance,
I took breath
and welcomed life
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
January 27, 2026 at 1:38 AM
Squint
Indigo blue
beneath a shade tree
filtered light between the branches
lattice shadows upon my skin
I read the patterns
tea leaf reflections
I deserve more
I will want less
thoughts rise up
crystal balls of revelation
… how clearly the sun illuminates
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
Indigo blue
beneath a shade tree
filtered light between the branches
lattice shadows upon my skin
I read the patterns
tea leaf reflections
I deserve more
I will want less
thoughts rise up
crystal balls of revelation
… how clearly the sun illuminates
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
January 20, 2026 at 4:16 PM
Squint
Indigo blue
beneath a shade tree
filtered light between the branches
lattice shadows upon my skin
I read the patterns
tea leaf reflections
I deserve more
I will want less
thoughts rise up
crystal balls of revelation
… how clearly the sun illuminates
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
Indigo blue
beneath a shade tree
filtered light between the branches
lattice shadows upon my skin
I read the patterns
tea leaf reflections
I deserve more
I will want less
thoughts rise up
crystal balls of revelation
… how clearly the sun illuminates
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
It crouched in the underbrush
Watching Waiting
I could feel its breath
I could hear the panting
A rhythmic drum of thirst
It could smell my fear
The odor of my rotted dreams
fallen from the boughs of hope
I looked towards the mangled
strands of past pursuance
A mesh of poor decisions
and bad timing
Watching Waiting
I could feel its breath
I could hear the panting
A rhythmic drum of thirst
It could smell my fear
The odor of my rotted dreams
fallen from the boughs of hope
I looked towards the mangled
strands of past pursuance
A mesh of poor decisions
and bad timing
January 18, 2026 at 8:24 AM
It crouched in the underbrush
Watching Waiting
I could feel its breath
I could hear the panting
A rhythmic drum of thirst
It could smell my fear
The odor of my rotted dreams
fallen from the boughs of hope
I looked towards the mangled
strands of past pursuance
A mesh of poor decisions
and bad timing
Watching Waiting
I could feel its breath
I could hear the panting
A rhythmic drum of thirst
It could smell my fear
The odor of my rotted dreams
fallen from the boughs of hope
I looked towards the mangled
strands of past pursuance
A mesh of poor decisions
and bad timing
five stars you gave me
to hang above my bed
one for when I'm lonely
one for when I dread
one for me to dream upon
one by which I'm led
one that l most cherish
and hold close to my heart
is the one that shines
the hope in love
and means
we’ll never be apart
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
to hang above my bed
one for when I'm lonely
one for when I dread
one for me to dream upon
one by which I'm led
one that l most cherish
and hold close to my heart
is the one that shines
the hope in love
and means
we’ll never be apart
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
January 16, 2026 at 8:38 AM
five stars you gave me
to hang above my bed
one for when I'm lonely
one for when I dread
one for me to dream upon
one by which I'm led
one that l most cherish
and hold close to my heart
is the one that shines
the hope in love
and means
we’ll never be apart
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
to hang above my bed
one for when I'm lonely
one for when I dread
one for me to dream upon
one by which I'm led
one that l most cherish
and hold close to my heart
is the one that shines
the hope in love
and means
we’ll never be apart
#justwrite #poetry #poetrycommunity
Para a noite
How gently, the whisper
this morning brings
dreams hushed
reflecting the haunting
nightmares rise from the mist
I am stilled.
Unsure.
Do I welcome the silence as norm
or should I fear
the surge
of a quiet storm?
#justwrite #5amwritersclub #poetry
#poetrycommunity
How gently, the whisper
this morning brings
dreams hushed
reflecting the haunting
nightmares rise from the mist
I am stilled.
Unsure.
Do I welcome the silence as norm
or should I fear
the surge
of a quiet storm?
#justwrite #5amwritersclub #poetry
#poetrycommunity
January 15, 2026 at 10:26 AM
Para a noite
How gently, the whisper
this morning brings
dreams hushed
reflecting the haunting
nightmares rise from the mist
I am stilled.
Unsure.
Do I welcome the silence as norm
or should I fear
the surge
of a quiet storm?
#justwrite #5amwritersclub #poetry
#poetrycommunity
How gently, the whisper
this morning brings
dreams hushed
reflecting the haunting
nightmares rise from the mist
I am stilled.
Unsure.
Do I welcome the silence as norm
or should I fear
the surge
of a quiet storm?
#justwrite #5amwritersclub #poetry
#poetrycommunity
The mistake was
that she imagined
life would pave
a concrete path
well-lit and behaved
A highway;
directions, clearly detailed
never a crash
missteps derailed
that she imagined
life would pave
a concrete path
well-lit and behaved
A highway;
directions, clearly detailed
never a crash
missteps derailed
January 14, 2026 at 10:11 AM
The mistake was
that she imagined
life would pave
a concrete path
well-lit and behaved
A highway;
directions, clearly detailed
never a crash
missteps derailed
that she imagined
life would pave
a concrete path
well-lit and behaved
A highway;
directions, clearly detailed
never a crash
missteps derailed
There oft is a magic
that comes to life
‘twixt rise of morning
and rest of night
When awakened I reach
for paper and pen
to dance with my wanderings
once again
No map
just a spirit
longing to see
the depth and the breadth
of what’s beyond me
that comes to life
‘twixt rise of morning
and rest of night
When awakened I reach
for paper and pen
to dance with my wanderings
once again
No map
just a spirit
longing to see
the depth and the breadth
of what’s beyond me
January 14, 2026 at 8:48 AM
There oft is a magic
that comes to life
‘twixt rise of morning
and rest of night
When awakened I reach
for paper and pen
to dance with my wanderings
once again
No map
just a spirit
longing to see
the depth and the breadth
of what’s beyond me
that comes to life
‘twixt rise of morning
and rest of night
When awakened I reach
for paper and pen
to dance with my wanderings
once again
No map
just a spirit
longing to see
the depth and the breadth
of what’s beyond me
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