Soaked grass between toes - where night's rain went, I don't know - Sun, light; the breeze, blows
for Algot
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Soaked grass between toes - where night's rain went, I don't know - Sun, light; the breeze, blows
for Algot
Landscape: A Duplex Poem
We rarely know where this trodden trail ends The land’s shape alters around each bend
This landscape changes beyond every bend Winter’s fury moved rivers, shifted stones
Winter’s anger lifted rivers, grooved stones The map on hand arrives folded like metaphor
The map of the land unfolds like metaphor We read it as a story, and little more
We’ll write it as story, and maybe something more Quiet in the woods, eyes forward into dark
In the quiet woods, eyes lean towards the dark Even an explorer knows to expect the unexpected
Every explorer reflects the mirror of the unexpected I suspect we may never know how this trail ends
Inspired by Jericho Brown
Time’s unspoken dance is but mirage
our past, a shadow of reluctant mirror, reflected
by memory, thumbing along the skin of a reluctant drum
to a beat of flawed rhythm, the melody of one
(Submitted for a Metaphor Dice competition .. it didn't win)
For all the words I’ve yet to use - the phantom ink of forgotten blues - I strum the chords to hear the news, and think on paths
For Mastoprompt
Fibonacci Poem
Writing/ Poems/ About hope/ Words become us/ Where reason remains quiet, until/ The poet picks up pen or ink quill/ And centers the world around an idea and brings it close and still
For DS106 Fibonacci Sequence: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13 …
A complicated world turns on a simple principle:
Whatever the weather, we're in this together
for #mastoprompt
First, falled; then springed; then summered; then wintered
We live a world, always in the act of becoming splintered
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By the time I've even opened my eyes
the birds on the block have begun to sing
the song of another day's sunrise
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Escape, into whatever world that takes, whether it's a glimmer of hope that leads you forward to lean against the break, or maybe you make a path forged out of the ashes of forgotten faith
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