dogtrax

On this, you ask, where is the ink?

I think I'd prefer to remain as silent as the poem on the page,

a slow gasp of a laugh, lingering

for #mastoprompt

What's it like to write side by side, only to collide with something artificial, when scratch marks, pencil shavings and eraser bits bring a poem towards a messy but beautiful existence?

for Tellio

Shadows dancing in firelight flickers

arms and fingers extended

A parley into the night's slow glow embers

and then, like that, the moment's ended

for #mastoprompt

Rattled Shook

tree/bark life/spark tough/oak

its ragged rings spoke tenderly of time

passages inside a circular wooden book

a celebrated story captured in rhyme

and in dance, even as its roots rattled shook

Night moves slow, a hand ticking time, and where the hours go, one world sleeps, while another seems as if to wander, to and fro

Soft white floating dandelion puffs take to the wind

angelic seeds of wildflowers, rooted again

for #mastoprompt

I blink; your light makes me think of fluttering nearly-invisible somethings, fading, eluding daylight

A decision at its zenith is the cruz of the matter at hand

for #mastoprompt

Hide inside the political divide -

the place where people no longer dare to speak

for #mastoprompt

Cheek planted on the soft grass of the yard, she looked hard to find another angle with which to witness the world, only to find it still forever lopsided

for #mastoprompt