dogtrax

Like a dream, the serpentine illusion of night wakes you up - all logic lost - awash in confusion

for #mastoprompt

Her name was Katie, with the last name of Killer, and I'm not kidding, either, and she wore leather pants like a young Joan Jett or Pinky Tuscadero, and I swear, oh, I was tongue tied whenever we sat next to each other in math class, and when she asked for some help, I'd yelp, until she turned away to talk to someone else

for #openwrite

Trees, and broken leaves; kindred spirits inside a gentle heart, changing

for #mastoprompt and Algot

With love and grace, I patiently trace your body lines

finding your intricate designs of beauty with a pen inked from above

for #mastoprompt

A world writ small in miniature but shaken in snow

for #mastoprompt

Nothing is ever crystal clear — we live our days beneath layers of veneer

for #mastoprompt

A bit too much of just about everything —

Dressed in fancy:

buttons hats collars pants shirts zippers shoes

the gaudy wordsmith sprinkles every line with something above and then, beyond

for #mastoprompt

The broken moon, half-lit and waning, spoons the stars, and not a world's complaining

for #mastoprompt

Come, step inside these longitude lines - these latitude lines become you

We'll spin the world in hopes of wherever you land, the motion seeks and finds you

You are oceans, continents, the in-betweens, mysteries, so deep, we barely understand you

but charted on this paper, with stories told, you lift beyond the place where we once found you

The color of wind depends upon the daylight, bent in fractured light

for #ds106

inspired by Koan: “What is the colour of wind?”