Knee deep in dirt, we work to rescue the tiny tree,
fragile roots tucked under and daily watering on schedule;
for in a world where so much seems beyond our control,
this, maybe, we can do
for #MastoPrompt
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Knee deep in dirt, we work to rescue the tiny tree,
fragile roots tucked under and daily watering on schedule;
for in a world where so much seems beyond our control,
this, maybe, we can do
for #MastoPrompt
Neither purple nor red, but instead, Magenta's something squished in-between
for #MastoPrompt
As Autumn arrives, so, too, does the changing rains; these leaves are falling
for Algot
Barely bendable; rigid, to the point of breaking
for #MastoPrompt
I am, of course, all ears, a rabbit at rest, waiting on another of your ever-curious, forever-furious, scintillatingly-spurious pronouncements of how the world really works
for #MastoPrompt
I wasn’t looking for wonder ...
from I Did Not Notice The Birds by Michael Sun https://moistpoetryjournal.com/2021/04/19/i-did-not-notice-the-birds/
Gaps in the day as memory runs free – I am only now remembering, the music of wind, of bugs, of birds, of leaves – they're all strumming chords in my ear, my night pillow pulsing in rhythm to things, today, I failed to see
A pad of paper, overflowing with the possible, blue lines remaining blank, a canvas of nothing soon to become something
for #MastoPrompt
Such small treasures — the edge of a ink on paper the first burst of sunlight the explosion of quiet ideas the unfolding of a song — bring life's pleasures
for #MastoPrompt
Joe, GI, kept his world to himself, his head knocked off by a fall from the shelf
Joe's hands, replaced backwards after a tragic twist of fate, couldn't grip a gun,
but in some remixed world, Joe and Barbie, and maybe Ken, might have had a bit of fun
for #OpenWrite