Sipping some liquids by the fire with some friends; imbibe, chat and smile
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Sipping some liquids by the fire with some friends; imbibe, chat and smile
the exhaled breath
steams the glass; all moments pass but this one seems extreme – the physical manifestation of a frustrated scream - and now my ear's filled with something less than silence
line lift from Steve's poem https://petespoemplace.blogspot.com/2025/11/some-moments-tip-quickly.html
The scritch and the scratch of withered grass in the wind, a soft marimba
In the small moment of waiting for the water to boil for hot tea
Snapping sticks and twigs to build up a bonfire; a time for stories
A thin flower stem withering in sun and wind; standing ground, strong
Rake the red hot coals of the fire; it's burning below the surface
He's a string-strummer idea-generator music-maker harmony-finder chord-creator bandmate and friend
for #OpenWrite
Some days, the world breaks down, like decomposition of leaves in the rain
for Algot