dogtrax

Brother, can you spare a rhyme? Embed the music - Syncopate the time

We Make Music: One Line Poem

If we are music together, then you, my love, are melody, a song inside my ear, and I, a wobbly harmony, a chorus only you will ever hear

for OpenWrite

This broken world awaits, with barely a single moment to waste, so come, make haste - keep faith

for #mastoprompt

Watching poets writing from afar - chewing pencil-top erasers scratching lines on paper notes; worries about what they wrote in the inked out margins and folded creases of lesson plans - tomorrow's full of hope

• A nonet, via Open Write

The rotting remains of an aged, forgotten Elm; Count a life in rings

Reaching for apples - snapping the stem of the tree - here, the sweetness sleeps

Words written, secret, etched in by design,

fingers running over ragged cuts, a reading touch -

a sign of the times

for #mastoprompt

An invisible world of its own moves below me

teeming with insects scuttling and scurrying to flee

here, in the underneath of the remains of this tree

for #mastoprompt

The poet, pauses;

hits the wall, again

every verse - another curse

every word written,

making its way forward, again

It's not easy composing a poem

designed to run against the grain

for #mastoprompt

Breathe in the air

a delicious taste of cold, crisp morning

something lingering in memory, there

for #mastoprompt