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If honey were money, we'd all be sweet bees, instead of a world riven by thieves

for #mastoprompt

An ethereal act of such creativity begs our attention

It's the invention of something entirely new: for me – for you -

for us to consider, this alignment of planets in the night sky

signals something odd but alluring, but even planetary lights

follow some ancient path, their orbits visible by night

for #verselove https://lumen5.com/user/dogtrax/ethereal-mblyi/ https://www.ethicalela.com/15437-2/

A fog-drenched night sky is followed by Spring-like light this brilliant morning

for Algot

How many mornings have I sat here, paused with purpose, wondering where a poem might come?

Both dogs napping just a few feet away, light snoozing after a wander through night's slow fade

Kitchen machinery hums, its engines a soundtrack to otherwise silence, the clock tick reminding me: time's running on

My coffee settles in a mug, fuel for a jungle of ideas, the edge of an inkling touching on lips and tongue

My mind, spinning words, and then, from nothing comes the something: the writing of this piece has just begun ...

for #verselove and #mastoprompt https://www.ethicalela.com/weekend-coffee-share-poem/ Digital Version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqZ3Oc5taWg

Quarter note staccato sounds, his bass rumbles in the basement beneath the attic of the horns – here we sit, an audience in rapture at this place where mystery abounds – then the woman next to me erupts in applause before the solo's even over, and I find myself following suit, snare drum to her cymbal crash, then others adding in, too, our skin and hands becoming one rolling thunder in a night of wonder ...

and in a shared quiet of a single moment, pause; shut-eye listening

*Haibun poem, remembering a moment from Christian McBride's New Jawn concert at Bombyx Center on March 29, 2023

for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/rest-resist-composing-a-haibun-poem/ Visual: https://flic.kr/p/2oqoyFF

Look — Mama didn't raise me a fool – I get that in this place, I'm ain't ever gonna be one of the cool – but at least give me a chance and let me get my feet in the dirt – and refrain from the pain of the words that hurt

for #mastoprompt

For ballast and balance - you act as my keel

A first step to constructing a frame of the real

My sails sing out towards horizon though I'm prone to submergence

But when I am battered, you, my underpin, my stable one

you, my love, you keep me adrift, riding safe currents

for #mastoprompt

What if every moment you had the urge to write

a surge of words suddenly emerged in sight?

A poem a play a story might unfold on imaginary lines

instead of getting lost; the cost of an active mind

for #mastoprompt

A feather found on the ground

dipped in ink and scratched across the page

a quill to quiet the world

for #mastoprompt

Blank page still to be filled — a difficult terrain — a map like this needs directional compass and a point from which to begin

for #mastoprompt