A place to gather words before they get lost.
Every platform program has a plan now for a plus-this or a plus-that
for a few extra dollars, a deluxe experience, promised to be had
Which makes us all mad, and a bit sad, since all we want is a story we can fall in
Not an advertising blitz that feels a bit like a brawl in which we've been stuck in
for #mastoprompt
I am not, today, that Yellow -
the sunshine, the banana peel, the faded-out brushstroke of evening's solace, the brightly-lit place where smiles reside when pushed aside
I am not primary, with Sister Red and Brother Blue, the Sunflower petal falling in slow motion from the vase as I sit here beside you,
I am not just another colored spectrum cog on a spinning wheel of science, for when I am down, I am more Green or Brown
and I am not, today, that Yellow
for Open Write
Loud peepers in spring sing songs of cacophony, and then grow silent
Hidden in holes where tangled vines grow among the stones, the fox den thrives, small tails disappearing as we wander our way past the place they've made their home
for #mastoprompt
Inside Kelvingrove
Branches tangle the mind, scraping bare skin and buried bone, and still, we find ourselves here, alone, the path on which we wander always seems to take us home
inspired by Simon Ensor's “Kelvingrove” artwork https://www.simonensor.com/shop/p/kelvingrove-2022-orginal-ink-drawing
for Open Write
Dance, writers, dance, on the tiptoes of your words
lean into the liminal space where stories are poems are plays are art
where every voice inside every word grabs a chance to be heard
for #mastoprompt
In another room, I listened in - your trumpet bent slightly out of tune
I hear the whispered voice of your music teacher, and then after silence, the notes you finally found
In another year, on saxophone, I, too, would become a seeker of a sound
for Open Write
We hold hands, human with wondrous intentions, gazing at blue skies
for #mastoprompt and #575prompt
Lingering, the light fades like shades of afternoon windows, closed up tight
for Algot
Anonymous pollen of the changing season: Your travels on air - soaring as you do from there to here – place me on alert and make me beware, for sniffles and coughing come soon
for #mastoprompt