A place to gather words before they get lost.
Crunching boots on ice before the freeze moves along, each step sings a song
for Algot
This resting place off the trail in the woods near the river plays perfect for listening
Heard: stones rattling foxes slinking leaves falling wind whistling squirrels rustling snakes shifting trees groaning
our breath becoming the beat of silence
for #mastoprompt
An idea at the time, set loose in motion, at a million miles a minute
tumbles to the bed of the writing floor, wrinkled paper ruined, fins and engines in disarray
Today's poem, torpedoed, sleeps dormant, the wreckage of the writer yet to be recovered
for #mastoprompt
Dig nails deep inside the husk of the hesperidium to find rind,
all loosened orange, and evenly divided carpels, wedges set within maps of paths
an edible sweetness caressed by time
for #mastoprompt
It's only a suggestion - a question on someone else's behalf, he asks
When what he means is he wants to say something negative
but not take on responsibility in a full-on, blow-back, social media attack
for #mastoprompt
The dog's as curious as I – step after step, in fallen snow, piled high
we struggle to reach the trail, then travel to an overlook, next, a high summit, the mountain apex
where we catch breath to take in orchards, and farms and forests asleep in white slumber
then remember, in a moment, the vibrant green life of coming summer
for #mastoprompt
Use music as antidote to the stream of bad news
Listen in to jazz and rock, the rhythm and blues
Let songs ring true, strike resonant chords
Turn down the screen so you can Turn up the muse
for #mastoprompt
Mushed soil, wet with melt, sinks beneath our walking feet; set boots out to dry
for Algot