I'm lost once again in your brush strokes of art and imagination
for Simon #ds106
A place to gather words before they get lost.
I'm lost once again in your brush strokes of art and imagination
for Simon #ds106
Someone asked if after the reading there was reconciliation
After the reading, someone asked if I still pray to God
My lip leaving the reading in a way completely understood
After the reading I was shattered
After the reading I told joy and then after the reading someone cried
Blackout/Found Poem via “After the Reading” by Tiana Clark https://poets.org/poem/after-reading for #verselove
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time When you set your fancies free ...
— Robert Browning, Epilogue
At the midnight
(waiting, as always, for the moon clock to chime, the falling star seconds beckon the eye)
in the silence
(you hold hands, not tongues, in these hours, when the long day's no longer young, but aged in galaxy light)
of the sleep-time
(grass dew pillows beneath your heads, she said earlier how she needs roots and seeds, not feathers, to hold her mind, upright, tonight)
When you set your fancies free
(waxing, not waning, the silver shine always and forever reminds you of her, in the now and for the always, this night when you watched the quiet unfold)
for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/a-poet-like-me/ https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43753/epilogue-56d2229481e30
Spin - fidget – spin - my attention is off the charts again and I need distraction in my fingers so I can find a place for my ideas to begin
for #mastoprompt
Who was the first person to think:
I could use oak galls for passable ink?
Who was the one who wrestled with the idea
to ground down the shell and dip in a pen
and wrote out a note, then did it again?
for #verselove and #mastoprompt
Night sky lunar dance, with Earth as companion; Us, as audience
for Algot
Sunlight smiles between the spaces where shadow memory still slumbers
Oulipian Haiku for #ds106 (3-5-3-3-3) (structured 17 syllables/lines constrained by prime numbers) https://daily.ds106.us/tdc4104/
Achoo! blew the haik – u God bless you – here is a tiss – ue Clean up these broken – rules
for #verselove
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We're never who you think us to be
We only share part of our identity
the inner life of a writer is a circus of thought
in control and contained by the frame we were taught
for #mastoprompt
