dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

The weekend pivots between two bright summer days and Autumn-like drizzle

for Algot

Hunker down, in here - come near – the wind storm reckons to rage on again

What creature came wandering through our streets last night, screaming in a pitched voice I didn't know, about something I couldn't see, leaving an echo in its wake?

A pear tree, growing, takes its time to settle in; then, bears sweetened fruit

Lit wicks, by daylight - the lamplight shines a shadow into the twilight

Early morning dew on a spider's web; painting glowing sunrise orbs

Interior painting requires a brush of deliberate delicacy,

a careful movement covering up what's now past;

some layers, never last

Kick-drum, rhythmic beat - the poem hits an odd meter, settling in groove

for Algot

Resting on the cusp where mountain trail meets big sky, clear air cleanses you

A puddle is river

is teardrop, a creature cropped from beryl sky, a universe of rain

is lifeline, resisting August heat sunshine, an anecdote to pain

is mirrored glass, a moment for reflection, past, a thought within a frame

is surface tension, a pin off-kilter, apprehension, a dream by another name

for #WriteOut inspired by Lucille Clifton's The Earth Is A Living Thing https://poetrysociety.org/poems/the-earth-is-a-living-thing

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW8P5AxfXhk