Lit wicks, by daylight - the lamplight shines a shadow into the twilight
A place to gather words before they get lost.
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
Red pigment, hidden and obscured by Green's presence, edges to the stage
A figure of straw waits in the field, impatient, as crows carry on
A moon, lingering, rests for a while in the sky in a sea of stars
How the day slides by. nearly done. watercolor spent. — poem by Tellio
Tellio, my friend, Terry, again, I'm forever thankful of the moment My quill connected with yours, for we are forEver dipping nibs of wonder into ink
a TIME acronym poem of appreciation for #OpenWrite