Wrapped in a jacket of golden leaves
the critter settles in for winter -
then sleeps
for #mastoprompt
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Wrapped in a jacket of golden leaves
the critter settles in for winter -
then sleeps
for #mastoprompt
Twisted strings, an acoustic guitar in tune; what sounds fine in May, shifts in key by June
for #mastoprompt
The words they utter — full of menace and intent ; truth slanted and bent — makes us shudder
for #mastoprompt
Some poems like these seem to break along bent lines of jagged motion
just rough edges and scattered pieces - flotsam, jetsam - a leaf on an ocean
A few words, sleeping in a fragile place, where the sun gets spun from horizon, in a daily act of grace
Reader, find some patience with a poet, if you can, for their ideas are being seeded inside an otherwise empty space
It's a tiny world they may be building, in a moment of the writing, as a poem unfolds and begins to take on shape
Light, not lingering; night now longer than the day: Fall leaves us scattered
for Algot
Imagine my amazement when he told me he would now be known only by his font
A invented swirl of papered architecture, a feathered pen dipped in ink, and the one thing'd he'd want
is a single letter as a signature, and a text in which to haunt
for #mastoprompt
Lean back; ground against sky
days are wonders to live by
take a moment to remember, then: try
for #mastoprompt
Contemplate the possible
your legs dangling off the edge of the mountain
writing of rivers running east, and west, revealing forests
elevate the possible
for #mastoprompt