A place to gather words before they get lost.
One for every one thousand; one thousand for every one
Collectively composing eulogies, etching ink in the shadows of candles of lights of remembrance
One for every one thousand; one thousand for every one
Any writer working with words easily becomes dazzled by science;
Like mapping the Sun's magnetic fields:
each daily interruption a cause for disruption, light years beyond our vision and thought
Such science, fuels art
inspired by https://scitechdaily.com/unprecedented-map-of-the-suns-magnetic-field-created-by-clasp2-space-experiment/
Oh, Root, can't you, too, do the corkscrew? Can't you twirl and waggle and boogie your way
t h r o u g h
Or maybe you can't yet dance because you can't yet feel the rhythm of the soil, singing its song for you
inspired by https://phys.org/news/2021-02-time-lapse-reveals-hidden-roots.html
”... some roots can't do the corkscrew dance. The culprit, they found, is a mutation in a gene called HK1 that makes them grow straight down, instead of circling and meandering like other roots do.”
Found letters; Gathered archives older than dust and time,
boxed from way back, when; then we start to re-read the world,
following each step, in order to find our way forward, again
— based on a passage about Sankofa, an African (Akan) symbol of learning from the past – from #write4right
To A Snowstorm
Long after you've worn out your welcome -
after you've fallen into each of our reluctant arms
and covered our broken blemishes with yesterday's charms -
we can't help but find you beautiful,
a tumbling piece of sky to wonder these days by
Armogan (Definition: Taking advantage of an unexpected opportunity)
Wet your finger to the wind for whatever the breeze brings in
The end is where we begin if signs are right; the tides come in;
Navigating strings as opportunity sings
Inspired by an exploration of the word in The Cabinet of Calm (Soothing Words for a Troubled World) by Paul Anthony Jones
Alternative Names for the Daily Newspaper
for #openwrite
https://www.ethicalela.com/alternate-names-a-list/
inspired by https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/56843/alternate-names-for-black-boys
Hiding Myself in Annotation (An Experimental Poem)
One: See #2
Two: Where a part of me might linger in a poet's notes, the other ghosts to
Three: See #5
Four: You notice I'd crouching not revealing much, in order to hide to
Five: In public spheres, where one so easily disappears, I am barely these words as you think you know me here
Six: See #3 then step to #8
Seven: I am Kevin. That much is truth.
Eight: I am writer power poet teacher preacher songwriting go it alone leaping forward like skipping stone to #10
Nine: See what I did there? Gave just enough verse to completely disappear from here, and then hit the poem upon reverse
Ten: Back to #7
for #openwrite https://www.ethicalela.com/steps-to-being-insert-name/
Whose woods these are I may no longer know as my shoes dip heavy through new-fallen snow
The dog's beyond me, on the trail of a scent as I follow her tracks, in silence, seemingly sent
from somewhere above; trees grabbing midwinter sky as I hike through the gap between the ground, and I
for #openwrite with hat nod to Robert Frost (of course) http://www.ethicalela.com/out-back-a-form/
Let's meet somewhere in the music
in the space between the staves and sound vibrations of the treble clef
Let's meet somewhere where chords connect, where your notes complement mine
in the rhythm of the movement of the signature of the time
Let's meet somewhere at the start,
and then let's meet again at the end:
this joyous singing heart
for #openwrite