Etching art on glass, frozen moments of night pass into memory
for Algot
A place to gather words before they get lost.
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
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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
The scritch and the scratch of withered grass in the wind, a soft marimba
In the small moment of waiting for the water to boil for hot tea
Snapping sticks and twigs to build up a bonfire; a time for stories
A thin flower stem withering in sun and wind; standing ground, strong
Rake the red hot coals of the fire; it's burning below the surface