The clouds they
form
reform
appear
disappear
they have no desire to
impress
(yet they do).
The clouds they
just are.
I need to learn
from the clouds
form
reform
appear
disappear
just be me
with no need to
impress.
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Clouds #Pondering
When the feet
of the one you love
no longer touches
the earth next to yours,
the glowing dawn reminds you
that somewhere
from the beyond
their love for you
continues to shine
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Grief #Love #Dawn
You lent me your words
until my own found voice
© Aj d'Wit - 2 September 2025
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Sunrise
To see is not only to look at what is before you, rather it is to appreciate how what is before you came into being, to view it with an enquiring mind, an open mind, to acknowledge its presence and decide how it will affect your life.
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Pondering #ToSee #Dawn
At our core
we are the same
sharing similar
basic ingredients ..
through
kneading
stretching
proving
rising
baking
with an extra something added
here - there
we emerge a little
different to each other
yet, together we make a
delicious smorgasbord
different ... yes
similar ... always 🕊️
#WriterPoet
The trunks of the trees
they hold the history
of you and me
of the dreaming times
the song lines
of earth and her
beginning
#WriterPoet #JustWords #PaperbarkTree #Bark
I reworked my piece from yesterday. Why? Well it's often the case when I post my photo with my words, I'm doing the words as they come to me there and then. Often I rework the words later. Which is the case with this one. Thought I'd let you see it again.
#WriterPoet #JustWords #OceanSerenade
The ocean whispers
her secrets into the
curves and lines
of every shell,
hold one gently
to your ear,
listen intently,
she sings her
songs of love,
allow this
ocean serenade
into your core,
for dear mortal
it can transform you
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Ocean #Love #OceanSerenade
My final piece of writing allowing the word #atrophy to direct my thoughts. This one reflects what I see in our world at present. While there is much beauty, we must never deny the reality of the darkness of human nature. Thank you to @puzamoiya.bsky.social for the prompt.
#WriterPoet #JustWords
I'm still working with the word 'Atrophy' suggested to me by @puzamoiya.bsky.social Here is another piece of writing focusing on it. (I'm a little surprised by where my mind it going on this.)
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Atrophy #ChallengedAccepted
I can't always resist a gentle challenge, so this one is for @puzamoiya.bsky.social who wondered what I would do with the word 'Atrophy'. Interesting word. I'm still playing around with it and will probably post a few more pieces in coming days.
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Atrophy #ChallengeAccepted
Pale pink and white small spring blossoms on a branch with a green background.
Autumn
you hardly
got a look in
Winter
well officially
you're still here
however, you've
been very wet,
not really cold
Spring
it's still August
don't you know?
Not time for you yet
but nature's confused
Summer ...
you stay away!
You're getting
way too hot!
The seasons are
confused!!!!
#WriterPoet
Some experiences in life are etched forever upon the mind and soul, for me this is one of them.
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Grief #Death #Mother #NeverForgotten
Two Galahs sitting on an electricity wire. The Galahs have a pink underbelly and face, white crown, and grey back. In Australia they are known for getting up to all kinds of antics. If someone is being silly, we Aussies often call them a 'Galah'.
Hush now
listen to the
song-lines of all
living things
the harmonious
and the discordant
for all are worthy
to be heard
all contain veins
of wisdom
(Happy International Strange Music Day - listen to music you don't normally listen to)
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Galahs
The earth tilts once more
without numbering its rotations
allowing the sun to hover
upon the horizon
until spilling into a new day
There is always something new
to be seen, discovered
for those awake, attuned
to the rhythm of life
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Sunrise #NewcastleNSW
A mountain range with a layer of mist at its foot. Surrounded by paddocks of green and a sky of blue. These mountains are called The Bucketts. They are to be found in Gloucester, NSW Australia.
On a bed of mist
the ancient man lies
contemplating the
mysteries of all things
He listens
he ponders
he is privy to the
secrets of nature
When next he awakens
beware human
for that will signal
the end of days
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Mountains #Gloucester
I have a quirky sense of humour, but then I can also blame the rain, which continues to fall, for this next piece of 'silliness'. I've also set myself a serious project, perhaps that's also behind this distraction. I had fun writing this. Hope it provokes a smile from you.
#WriterPoet #JustWords
What can I say? Some rainy day silliness inspired words. Won't win any prizes, but I had fun chasing 26 letters around and corralling them nonetheless. (Living alone might just be starting to send me round the twist. 🤪)
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Rainbow #Rain
The birds, they know how to command the winds, the updrafts, the nuances of wind directions & shifts. They navigate the skies with grace & skill.
We too could do likewise in dealing with life's winds, if we would but only listen to the nuances of living & the wisdom of others.
#WriterPoet #Life
I'm often surprised by what simple things carry a memory, a story, of the loved one who has died. I don't mind. I kind of like hanging out with ghosts. Just like I'm becoming more comfortable with grief as a travelling companion.
#WriterPoet #JustWords #Grief #Memories
Nature demonstrates how cooperation works. Share leadership. Uplift each other, so that all get to the intended goal. Share the load. We are all equal.
We humans still have so much to learn.
#WriterPoet #Pondering #Nature #Birds
With no fanfare, the tree simply produces that which gives life. Without trees, humans will have no life. Think upon that next you pass one by without proper acknowledgment.
#WriterPoet #Trees #Life #Nature
Definitely an autobiographical piece. Although, I know there are others who can relate. Life changes us. A vast array of experiences change us. That's all normal. However, we need to take care that we don't loose who we essentially are. The 'I' that is me.
#WriterPoet #Poem #Grief #Identity
Your curious,
innocent, gaze
undoes me each time
It's as if you are
baffled by the
machinations of humankind
The cruelty, injustice
indifference
Oh my friend
this bafflement is not
yours alone
If we two could
ponder this
conundrum for a time
think you we
would become wiser?
Perhaps ..
#WriterPoet
In the great cacophonous
song of life
there are no wrong notes
only notes who haven't
found their niche yet
In the ensemble that is life
we all have a place
so just sing, dance
or, make a joyous noise!
#WriterPoet #SongOfLife #SingDance #Make-a-noise
When I die perhaps my death certificate will read 'her heart could no longer bear the pain of watching humankind destroy each other'. I will go willingly into the arms of nature and let her consume me. 🌷🤍
#WriterPoet #Poem #Pain #Injustice
Layers upon layers
shadings of
white, blue, grey
the heavens reveal's
itself in parts,
mysterious
yet known
We humans too
consist of layers
upon layers,
shadings of a
different sort,
mysterious
to most,
never fully known.
#WriterPoet #Humans #Pondering #Clouds #Mystery
Earth spun into being
creating order from chaos.
Chaos never forgot.
Life consists of
chaos and order
dark and light
evil and good.
Choose wisely
which to follow,
for chaos longs
to reign once more.
#WriterPoet #Pondering
My words are hollow
my soul bereft
my heart void
I will this day not to begin
rather, if it were in my power
I would command time to reverse
to spin & spin & spin
until death lost its grip
its dominance
I cry for Gaza
Vail Anas Al Sharif
#WriterPoet #Gaza
