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A shift in sky precedes the storm

A shaft of cold replaces the warm

Prescient and patient, the front is formed

a moment of quiet becoming born

for #mastoprompt

Poems tangled in reverse, in unfolded paper

compose – here – compose

paper, unfolded, in reverse, in tangled poems

a mirror poem for #mastoprompt

Words written in wrought iron -

a strengthened alloy fused of slagged fibers

hammered and rolled while the forge remained hot -

Some poems become constructed to last nearly forever;

Some, not

for #mastoprompt

Barely hanging on

Just enough

to sing you a song

for #mastoprompt

Listen - the wind rattles us

surrounding us pushing us enveloping us within storms of current and wave

Be brave:

we wander this world, together

hands held tight against the weather

for #mastoprompt

Pencil marks on lined paper leave ghost trails

Words erased but reconsidered

for #mastoprompt

All that is wonder remains within reach

The challenge is finding one who can teach

Sometimes, that one is the one deep inside you

if you tender the land with hope, planted anew

for #mastoprompt

Frost is a blanket for the leaves; the trees all breathe in the morning air

for Algot

Why in the world do these leaders choose to destroy rather than to create?

To avoid compromise and instead, forge a path with a plan to obliterate?

It's difficult to fathom the decisions these actors on the global stage choose to make

for #mastoprompt

Forget me; (k)not -

for I'm tangled up in song of invisible thin threads and taut string of something gone wrong

The guitar, resists, then suddenly sings but only the notes I no longer want

Untangle me, Muse from patterns I've leaned upon for so long

and guide me on a path towards discovering something (k)new

for #mastoprompt