dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

Night symphony in the garage - the doors open to an impromptu opera of crickets

for #mastoprompt

In Autumn's wind swirls, bare trees brace for the winter, with coats of dead leaves

for Algot

The steepest arc a protective bubble it morphed into a double bow

A potent reminder a surprise you cannot unknot a joyous Mobius bow

Beneath the leaves - Before the snow - Beyond our sight -

Invisible nutrients reset as the soil restores itself in another dormant season

another reason to rejoice the harvest yet to come

for #mastoprompt

Advertisers long have understood the subliminal

the minimal ways in which they could

embed ideas into design, along the liminal

it's criminal, to get sold something inside a song;

an ear-worm inside your head; it feels so cynical

for #mastoprompt

The composition spills wide open on the stand before her; the violinist stares

at the jumble of flats, sharps and staccato signs, dynamics, time signatures, and modulating keys

The Maestro believes in making his mark by re-arranging points where sounds intersect

but she feels like a surgeon working in the dark, an artist with a bow, a broken body to dissect

for #mastoprompt

Unspooled threads from your favorite dress

Our magpie sings, then steals with finesse

Weaving patterns into softened caress

We huddle inside, our safety nest

for #mastoprompt

Read - ready - read

the book resting beside her head

tells the tale of the world she dreams about

every night, in the hours before bed

for #mastoprompt

Night sky vision takes a sacred moment to settle in

then, the blood moon, fades

as a canvas of stars and planets, constellations, bodies otherwise invisible,

still in the sky, remain

for #mastoprompt (on the morning of the 2022 total lunar eclipse)

Gossamer threads, tightly woven

the long night, leans in, spoken

the tension, becoming broken

the spider weaves an exit,

with a morsel, leaves its token

for #mastoprompt