Marginal Poems for Tellio
inspired by https://impedagogy.com/wp/blog/2023/03/11/foundling-poem/
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Minor chords
turn on notes a half
step off
My mind works
the night
in blue
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An envelope of dirt-rich
seeds arrived, and it was your
handwriting that caught my eye —
the possibilities of something beautiful
growing in the soil next to me
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It takes a sec
for the drummer to find it
to kick it
the pocket woven by feet
and fingers
on the four
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I laze, daydreaming
of metronomes, the beat
of sound ticking off the song
which never ends
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Is it still a map,
she asked, in wonder,
if I never write it down,
never draw it out,
never give directions,
but only find a sliver of thread
and pull?
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Gravity says they fall as hard and as fast
as their heavy cousins,
but poets know they land
lightly, a tender kiss falling
along the chin and cheek
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One is never ready
for a dangerous reckoning;
We become too lost in moments
of the past's beckoning
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Been there
Never did it
Almost saw it
Nearly wrote it
then forgot it
I wish I could inhabit
the words of the seasons
between summer and fall,
between winter and spring -
I'm left to wonder why
there doesn't seem to be
any such celebration for the time
before those changes begin
We're always writing there in those
liminal spaces where worlds
blossom with verse, green buds
wetting a finger to the wind,
or transforming from stemmed
thin veins into something
brittle brown beautiful;
thoughts rambling around
as seasonal modulations sing
Wind rattles
bones – you're
never alone -
this cold arrives -
it's a kettle
of stones
thrumming like
the string of a kite,
being blown -
Take my hand;
together, we'll find
our way home
for #mastoprompt
Devour us,
we seem to want to say,
as we open up our lives
to give so much
of ourselves away
the beast in the corner
barely nodding,
an endless scavenger of
data image words information,
chewing up our thoughts,
night and day
for #mastoprompt
How one single woman
transfixed us for hours
from the stage with
only a guitar, microphone,
songs and stories is
an act of sheer magic,
made ever more wondrous
when she dropped the guitar
and gifted us only her voice
for a resounding encore
inspired by watching Ruthie Foster live on the stage
See Ruthie perform Phenomenal Woman at another music fest
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tOCISQjTHDw
Bitter cold
winter winds blowing
through clothing and skin
and all we can whisper
when we're together
are these soft yearnings
for Spring
for #mastoprompt
This umbrella
folds in on itself
in the wind
and torrential
rains
an inverse design
that brings wet
instead of dry
for #mastoprompt
Currents,
rapids and
slipstreams -
every pilot
navigates
the small
folds between
reality and
dreams
for #mastoprompt
Meet me
among the roots
of the tree -
inside a hidden
architecture
no one else
can see -
a liaison
in the light
of another
morning
rising;
only us,
beneath
the eaves
for #mastoprompt
Angry back still groans,
moaning about the shovel
hanging there, silent
for Algot