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