John Wilde

Aged rookie, somewhat of a lite realist, whatever that is! Pathetic with tags.😊

[John Wilde @WriterJohnWilde]

Casadora Island flowed onto the pages. After I read the first draft, I remember thinking I'd take that flight and leave it all behind in a heartbeat. I wondered if anybody else would. Here's one who did, and it makes the effort worthwhile. #Amazon #CasadoraIsland

[Daniel Cummings @DanielC55186873]

#vss365
I suppose I should have known better.

The words of the lightbox sign kept shifting. Not any language I knew. I was led down a narrow hallway to a small, dimly lit room at the back. There was no chatter. No buy in! Just the clatter of chips, that appeared to be made of chipped bone. I slid next to a gentleman gripping a cane. The handle featured a silver gargoyle with onyx eyes. I couldn't shake the feeling that it was peering into my soul, reading my thoughts.

One moment I was reaching for my cards, and the next I was in an alley, in the middle of winter, half naked. I don't remember #gambling my pants.

I snagged a pair off a bum, shivering under layers of cardboard, along with his flipflops, but they did little to cut the chill of the night. I pushed down that tug of guilt. I would return. I just needed to get my hands on a phone!

[Monica B @_Being_Benign]

#vss365 #midnight #inkmine #bionicanadian

Am I really still
Or is a storm brewing beneath my skin?
For whom are the tides rising?
The untamed language of longing pulling at reasons
While the heart denies the grammar of norms

Why am I learning the geography of fingertips?
That only knows the map of his laugh lines
As though the only region left to discover
Is the shelter of his arms

Why can’t I surrender fearlessly like night yielding to dawn
Or like dusk dissolving into darkness?
Vacillating between motley ‘may’ and ‘is’

Oh life!
Bring me a slice of dark
I want to gulp the shadows
To see the stars in his eyes
Drape me in the moon’s midnight mantle
Until my existence believes that it’s fashioned for his light
Let every silence become a constellation
And teach the cosmic muse how to ache

[John Wilde @WriterJohnWilde]

A night under the stars to enjoy nature’s wonders. Wanting to impress my wife with my outdoor skills didn’t go as planned. The mosquitoes were more deadly than a B-52 bomber. She let me know real quick her idea of #primitive camping was checking into a motel. #vss365

[John Wilde @WriterJohnWilde]

A man stands alone in his garden—the dew glistening on the roses. Sunlight filters through a nearby Angel Oak. The Morning Glories began to close. It is the beginning of another #woundrous day. It is a day blessed with a peaceful, easy feeling. #vss365

[Just M... @Mjustthat]

The sunflowers speak a language of their own, heads raised high reaching for the heavens

What peace within this place
of oneness, yet never alone
To feel the warmth of kindred souls

How #wondrous to behold
For each & everyone of us
Tranquility a shelter from the cold

#vss365

[John Wilde @WriterJohnWilde]

Hope was leading by five lengths coming out of the final turn, but Satan’s Pride made a charge down the front stretch to win the roses. Betting slips littered the stands as only #remanants of what might have been. #vss365

[Dr.Naveed Ahamed 2.0 @DrNaveedAhamed1]

#vss365 #Remnant #Prompt

.…remnant perfume
on winter scarves—
your absence breathing

Rivers held us
like trembling prayers
beneath falling stars

Even now,
the earth grows roses
from abandoned love….

#WritingCommunity

[John Wilde @WriterJohnWilde]

A battle is brewing between proponents and opponents of AI. The time has come to skip the #rift and go straight to the fight. Who are you betting on? #vss365

[What About U ? @petershoneye]

#vss365 #gravity

🦋 Quiet Gravity ©️

He writes…

some souls
do not leave all at once—

they linger
inside your habits,
your pauses,
the quiet side
of midnight

and no matter
how far you run…

the heart returns
to what still
has weight

because gravity
is not always
the falling—

sometimes
it is the ache
that keeps pulling you
toward the truth
you tried
not to love. 🖋️

—©️🖋️ AshThorne, The Black Poet™ / Peter Shoneye

#QuietSeries
where the quiet still pulls

[John Wilde @WriterJohnWilde]

Jack wanted to second Diane’s emotion, but he couldn’t get it out. It was the moment he realized that emotions are filled with #gravity, and when it came to Diane, they always went straight to his heart. #vss365

[Sanya ~ on hiatus 🏖️ @sanjaraic1]

she unwinds
beneath her cedar tree
body on holiday
mind at rest
she has taken leave
of herself
to reclaim the #signal
of sky and water
far from the cities
she breathes again
fulfilled from head to toe

#vss365 #poetry

[sands @revsodhi]

Let’s be real for once
drop the facade
We’re never perfect
not always
not ever
No complaints
no critiques
just room to breathe
Make a few mistakes
take a wrong turn now & then
A lapse in #judgment
it’s fine
Let’s err a little
stumble a little
learn to live a little

~rev
#vss365

[Sanya ~ on hiatus 🏖️ @sanjaraic1]

she carries rhythm
in her body
the way planets
archive the universe
in music untouched
by mortal #judgment

through cadences
frequencies
and stray stridencies
she sways #immersed
within her own concerts
that belong
to no tribunal of earth

#vss365 #poetry

[Voima Oy @voimaoy]

I am immersed in the material world, said the rock with teeth. Crystals and trilobites, insects in amber...
mundane and miraculous
#vss365 #immerse

[ShammiPara @Shammi35659470]

#vss365 #immerse

floating atop moonbeams

I drift into city of love

immersed in

luminous longings

nameless but

oh so full of soft fire—

rose-embers

in my cave-heart

#poetrycommunity
#writingcommunity

[John Wilde @WriterJohnWilde]

We get slapped around a lot in this world. It feels like we get spun around a mythical pole attached to a rope that will never break. Life as a #tether ball isn't easy. We must keep bouncing back until the rope breaks. #Immersed in freedom, a ball can enjoy the game. #vss365

[Daniel Cummings @DanielC55186873]

#vss365
Stolen glimpses of her and he's a giddy skipping stone, reveling in the air between hops. Fixing a heel. Brushing her hair behind her ear. He lets that lazy ache #linger. This mercurial heart of his is always falling in love. Now it's the shadows playing with golden leaves.

[John Wilde @WriterJohnWilde]

She was honey to my eyes. The frankincense of each heartbeat. It was the golden years, but we were young, and our lives were an open book. And then came her #betrayal. There is no honey in my eyes, my heart pumps a lifeless blood, and bitterness is all that lingers. #vss365

[B. @Words_by_B]

The wind is at rest
not a ripple quivers
the gleaming glass lake
sycamore & chestnut
stand still as herons
dandelion clocks unblown

under the quiet sky
she roams
amid blossoming hedgerows
wild pink roses catch her eye
she #lingers for a while
breathing in their perfume

#vss365

[John Wilde @WriterJohnWilde]

Falling short of my goals occurs more frequently than I like. My #intent was to stay engaged with #vss365. Yesterday, I posted a #restless tweet. My apologies to Jeff Shaw. I do appreciate that it was received with kindness, and no #feral response from you lovely people.