A place to gather words before they get lost.
On paper, at least, a travel itinerary's flawlessly built on possibilities: a leap in imagination of side alleyways, riverside wanderings, museum galleries, shops and eateries, and a language to wrestle your tongue into submission
for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/oh-the-places-youll-go/
Imagine a world of cloud rolling above the hills, alone, but beyond a crowd of daytime daffodils, with petals reaching towards trees, both, swaying to the breeze
a “borrowed rhyme” poem for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/borrowed-rhymes/ words borrowed from I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud by William Wordsworth https://discoverpoetry.com/poems/william-wordsworth/i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud/
A moment of breathing, in the woods
Stop – note the uncurling green branch buds;
this small grove of elm trees awakens
for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/when-spring-speaks-in-tricubes/
I am wander a page spelunker wrapping fingers around verse immersed inside some other poet's writing finding something forgotten or missed a glance a sound a thought a kiss
for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/the-verse-collector/
Stoic and focused on food at its feet, the stork embodies patience
A voice in the din; this is where we can begin to hold back the tide
for Algot
As much as five miles - a honeybee will forage far from the home hive
Merely a sliver of light against the night sky, reflecting the Sun
An amaryllis sleeps 'til spring, then lifts its head; a daffodil dance
Where to put the words without fitting them in slots, so the verse might breathe?