Happy families, smiling,
enjoying time together,
atmosphere filled with their laughter.

And then -

in a moment of madness,
all silenced.

Bullets took over,
dead bodies lying all around.

Terror strikes the land
we call "Paradise on Earth."

..……..
   No
.…Y….
    E
    S

I don't fit in
Break through
The box only fits you
Cardboard soaked in water
Nature's daughter

© 2025 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.

You never wrote back, but I read every line—

In letters I dreamed up and signed in your sign.

They came in the wind or the drip of the sink,

In shadows that pause just a moment to think.

I fed on illusions, I watered my pain,

I swore that your absence would soon explain.

But days turn to years, and still I believe,

That ghosts only vanish when we stop to grieve.


---nyn

you think
this is dull
my love
it can get darker
watch me
blow the flame.

No gift can I ever offer
beyond words that are mine
they may touch no other
but I hope somehow they will still shine

beyond my time and long after
in one heart --though just a single line
and my absence would have been sweet and tender
my life would have been richly blessed by what's left behind

That fleeting moment
of divine inspiration
floats like a leaf
on a warm Autumn day
Gather it quickly
and pull it close to your heart
before a cold wind
comes and blows it away

When do you know
you're growing wise?
When you feel
you know far less.