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
A place to gather words before they get lost.
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
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
Laomedeia (Neptune)
I am once and always my sisters' moon -
a solar sibling to Halimede and Sao, in jagged orbit around Neptune -
we harmonize in frequencies only we understand,
a gift from birth, broken as we were, asteroid pieces of a Nereid's tune
for #ds106
I am nothing if not forever fully aware of the world's dangers upon us: a shrike in a nest in the open
for #mastoprompt
Lear wrote with nonsense and joy he played with his words like a toy he'd bounce on a rhyme in a sing-song-y time to the amusement of the girls and boys
for #ds106
At the elbow of interaction,
the space where people meet with words
the most critical component is compassion in community,
and the desire to be heard
for #mastoprompt