Noticing a leaf, yellowing, among others scattered on the ground
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Noticing a leaf, yellowing, among others scattered on the ground
Ice inkers at night leave traces everywhere; tiny frost sculptures
In the dead of night, – a noise – a beacon of light startles us in fright
On Resonance Of Sound
Last night, we lay dreaming beneath the breath of the world, an Aeolian Harp shimmering, uneasy and unpredictable
between the silence, sounds split within intake and exhale – maybe we're all just poems, waiting to be written -
For when the winds bend in, unbidden, from a horizon line where the day's kissed the night, even though the heat resists,
the cool air danced by itself along paper-thin strings strung across an old wooden box we'd left on the windowsill,
just for times like this;
We might even have heard the harp's song in tandem, leaning in to listen together, our ears touching with reverberations
and I remember you humming a couplet, as I drew in a breath where your words touched mine, in rhyme: our voices, harmonized:
the best song yet
If Monk hadn't hesitated, and if Mingus hadn't wandered, if Miles never shifted, and if Bird hadn't listened, if Chet hadn't been so saddened, and if Billie hadn't struggled, the wind might still have whistled, as it so often does, but maybe it would have been whistling in another key
inspired by Steve
Etching art on glass, frozen moments of night pass into memory
for Algot
Prime Poems
Two: the oddest of all and the first in line; the only one, even - the breaker of mathematical patterns
Three: the first of the odd, three-edged, and angled; and in nature, a three-fold symmetry
Five: a Fibonacci, like fingers on the hand or toes on the foot, or the squishy reaching out of the arms of the starfish
Seven: a lucky number, the colors of the rainbow or days of the week, and removing one gives up product of its first two prime cousins
Eleven: numerical palindrome, sitting just beyond ten, and any single digit multiplied by it becomes a mirrored number double
for #ds106 video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yLcT_U5OJn8
Sipping some liquids by the fire with some friends; imbibe, chat and smile
the exhaled breath
steams the glass; all moments pass but this one seems extreme – the physical manifestation of a frustrated scream - and now my ear's filled with something less than silence
line lift from Steve's poem https://petespoemplace.blogspot.com/2025/11/some-moments-tip-quickly.html