dogtrax

Not helpless, but hindered

Weathered, but not worn

Weary, but wonderous

Not forgotten; born

for #mastoprompt

Knick knacks knock about, knowing their number is nearly up

for #mastoprompt

Years later:

all it took was a glimpse of the edge of a sky-blue envelope barely opened on the counter, with scribbled words on the outside and playful artwork in the margins, like a page ripped out of Mad Magazine -

your presence still resonates

for #mastoprompt

Shadow baton from an invisible conductor gets raised with love and grace, as the first movement of sunrise begins:

Birdsong, in a minor key

for #mastoprompt

What sounds like a furious swarm is pollination, born from the energy of an active hive of honey bees

for #mastoprompt

After days of dry, the land waits patient for rain: prayers to the clouds

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