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Oh, yes, please, have a laugh -

the sound you make is a telegraph of shared wonder and of mirth

a connecting note in the soundtrack of joy playing across your face -

I lean against the resonance of the fragility of this, our planet Earth

for #mastoprompt

And the wind in the chimney made a melancholy sound ... — Edna St. Vincent Millay

The sky god is at it again making music with the wind, as if clouds were beating on bongoes or tapping timpani

It sounds to me as if some spirit were restless and channeling winter, a composition designed to make the chimney stones splinter

We huddle beneath blanket, and next to fire, leaning into some invisible desire, listening to melodic dreams of a song lulling us back to sleep

Inspired by When The Year Grows Old by Edna St. Vincent Millay https://poets.org/poem/when-year-grows-old

Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p

Paper cuts where broken stories bend

the fix is to find a bandage again

to heal the words still falling apart

then tuck the book inside your heart

for #mastoprompt

And the sprawling Bear growled deep in the sky ... — Walter de la Mare

Dream, then, won't you of stories that span the sky

the sparkling connectors of imaginary ink, drawn between you and I

Here, in this night silence, we hum a little tune, time passing by

And tomorrow, we'll remember the canvas and how we settled into our quiet

Inspired by Winter by Walter de la Mare https://poets.org/poem/winter

Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p

Nothing is ever as imminent as tomorrow, for on the heels of today's coming and going, the next day after this breathes new possibilities into whatever stalled you in the moment - each opportunity to start anew requires hope and faith that where this shadow fell, so too, beacons a hint of light

for #mastoprompt

The sky stops, slate on slate — Ray McNiece

Chipped black paint against a glittering canvas, and where is the white of starlight when you need it?

Tomorrow, the slate will fade, quicker by day, the slumbering sun yawning and stretching, if you can believe in it

But today, we huddle, shivering, every word we write a poem becoming blanket against the cold, the day is young but we won't grieve it

Inspired by Winter Solstice by Ray McNiece https://poets.org/poem/winter-solstice-1

Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p

Filter us into flawlessness - the algorithm's always too friendly with our faces - we soften tones, then bend the light, to project ourselves as how we want us to be seen – little saturations on little static screens – only to forget to wonder at what a sense of true identity in a digital space might even mean

for #mastoprompt

tomorrow's dust flares into breath — Mark Strand

This broken sky gathers, a pocket of stars – the closer in we gaze at the galaxy unfolding, the farther we are – breathe in the ink of skin, this stone and rust – we're all writing in dust, just stories unfolding through pages dotted by time and forgotten mornings disappearing on the horizon line

Inspired by The Coming of Light by Mark Strand https://poets.org/poem/coming-light

Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p

The small river surges forward, the melt a machine of perpetual motion, the sound, one of constant commotion

for #mastoprompt

But still wild music is abroad ... – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ice floes rattle - the rhythm of the river remains forever constant, stones kicking against limb - the water's hymn to winter wild and in forever motion - this song is singing its way for miles and miles, a child kicking against the confines of twist and path and fall, before settling in, the harmony of others, the draw, listening for the call of a raging ocean

Inspired by Woods In Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow https://poets.org/poem/woods-winter

Prompt via Winter #SolsticePoem Prompts (via Deanna): https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1ZjzQCxAlSozwsiWI-KBWYmTv6AdFEME4V9AQwrATcnE/present?slide=id.p