dogtrax

I relish the rhythms of the shoreline

a hunk of wood with a history all my own

By morning, I'm stranded on sand

By night, I'm on the move again

for #OpenWrite

Dawn, opens eyes with raindrops for a skirt; Monday gets dressed

A Lune poem for #OpenWrite

If water were paint, the rains would make the landscape a pretty canvas

for Algot

Paint an epiphany but leave room for wonder In the night sky, infinity paints an epiphany across a creative canvas, singing with thunder; Paint an epiphany but leave room for wonder

a Triolet for #OpenWrite

Contracts scribes spines Papyrus-pushers jaws Doors biennial false;

Refusenik for scrivening Cattle census dreary Inscrutable drawing measuring tax mechanically recording;

The silently

A Dadaist poem for #OpenWrite Source: Ancient Scribes Got Ergonomic Injuries, Too via New York Times

A leaf, still falling, dances to the sound of wind rustling its edges

Bask in fading light - the way shadows dance at night in quiet moonlight

Listening again - the piano plays the pain; cold November rain

Sleep beneath the ground in a blanket of darkness, you nightshade tuber

Nimble little legs scurrying along the sand, chasing ocean waves