A place to gather words before they get lost.
Something you should know ...
is late night boredom on the third shift at the gas station garage fed my desire to learn the acoustic guitar
and know that, that guitar was my brother's guitar, kept in the case with broken clasps after the crash of his car
His handwritten notes helped me learn a few things, like where to place fingers on strings, strumming beneath moon and star
I'd lean back in my chair, past midnight when no one cares where you are, writing soft songs on my brother's guitar
Ah, the tick, its head a pin that likes to prick, a nasty little critter that likes to inflict a bite upon us, but in a bid to survive, the tick only makes us sick
for #mastoprompt
Write me, if you will, in a minor key, so that I may forever be a song lingering on your mind
the kind of melody you can only shake loose from time to time;
I'll forever be singing in discordant signatures and off-kilter rhymes
for #verselove
Night's eye wandering moonlight fade starlight falling transforming day remain in wonder come what may light collector gathers ancient ways
A young bud just arriving after winter a flourish of coloring from the stretching, but now bent from playfulness; we nurture it anyway
a sijo poem via #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/sijo-korean-poem-with-a-twist/ for #mastoprompt
Dawn jaunts with dogs around the block
I want to walk They want to stop
for DS106
It makes me want to take a scraper to your hull, the way your home peels away, in transition from what it was to what it is, and you, inside, barely noticing the rest of us, but we all worry about you, still, and what it means when structures become too dilapidated to provide support and shelter in the most fragile of times
for #mastoprompt and #verselove
reach your (fingers|tongue|ear) into the note of earth to discover its (heartbeat|soulbeat|feetbeat) before the moment turns
the pulse of (tree|flower|seed|root) is a steady (hum|rhythm|song) but distant, yet there it is — the (pull|push|play) is more than merely resistant to touch
write down what you (hear|see|feel|taste) and let the music linger longer than you (need|want) in the (sun|shadow)
a composer like you dreams of what seems to be imaginary and then draws it in sound with (ink|air) to bring it to the stage
Thelonius Sounds
When he piano-ed, he'd key the plunk of string to let sing fingers noting rectangular gaps of the missing, jagged art forms angular as freebop
for #verselove
The mask we don from night to day
this voice our choice
a reason to hide, in masquerade
for #mastoprompt