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Rainbows shimmer, where light of day mingles with sun, and water of clouds heeds the call to dance,

the artist renders the sky as song, drawn across the color expanse

for #mastoprompt

Flit – bird – flit -

I'm content to sit to watch the wind split around me, the sound of air, crackling:

the hummingbird is a small but mighty dragon

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Living in a nation of irritation:

of words, spoken; deeds, broken -

Hope, a song we sing in frustration

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There is indeed a note not named, singing in the hole between B and C

and while its place is neither flat nor sharp, its voice is borrowed - half step up, half step back -

we fall into the space where there seems a gap; the ear hears what the piano lacks

for #openwrite

Turning Towards Autumn

What surprise awaits us this morning on the dust off the trail where our eyes catch the first glimpse of an end of a season

in the form of a fallen leaf the size of an egg all spackled and veined in yellow and orange and curled at the corners in such a way it forces us to pause in an effort to examine

the reaching rooftops of these familiar trees with which we realize with skipped heartbeat: we’re breathing in late Summer morning air even as the turn to Autumn is near

in a bin in the corner in a box marked with words: Handle With Care - there sits Despair - patient, as always, and willing to share

for #mastoprompt

Brittle Grass

This deep thirst I have goes beyond quenching, I'm yearning for the rains, the drenching of a sky, falling, for how can you not hear my quiet voice calling, this broken cry of dry Earth, a song for myself and the creatures, below

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I think I understand Superman's need for a Fortress of Solitude, a secret citadel where, well, the world fades for a moment, and one catches a breath before spinning into motion

for #mastoprompt

Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Step Step Step Step Step

Snare drum crackling on translucent skin the fife band gathers where the streets begin the drummer raises stick in her leather gloved hand then they step out as one, as syncopated band

Snap Snap Snap Snap Snap Step Step Step Step Step Step

for #openwrite

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Fear not, child, for what seems tame today, tomorrow, becomes wild

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