How relentless:
these weeds -
my knees bleed
from rough
fingerprints
of concrete
and next week,
I'm bound to believe
I'll be here again
bent over like
a broken fence;
every one of my rungs
sprawling, falling
these weeds
keep on calling and
and calling, calling,
relentlessly singing
like stones
Bending ears
inward, a cyclone
taking shape
in armature
and concrete
we treat the world
as one, frozen,
spoken, poets
like us, we look
to find beauty
in the broken
inspired by “Beauty In The Broken,” by Joe & Terry Malesky
Sioux Falls Sculpture Walk
https://sculpturewalksiouxfalls.com/sculptures/2024/beauty-in-the-broken/
via NWP Write Across America: South Dakota
And ...
then what?
twisted
and curved
from bottom on up
to the tippity top
with an iron tail
all bundled
in contained
exclamation
and no visible
connection,
only empty thoughts
to the right and
empty thoughts to
the left, for we fill in
the gaps with
imagination
And ...
then what?
inspired by “and ..” by Paul Reimer
Sioux Falls Sculpture Walk
https://sculpturewalksiouxfalls.com/sculptures/2024/and/
via NWP Write Across America: South Dakota
Words
keep me
curious
Music
provides me
purpose
for DS106
Every small petal
of the Spring flower bouquet,
fades and drops away
Traversing rivers
over rocks and roots and sand;
never in command
Writing a sun poem
with eyes closed, imagining
the Solstice moment
Dark stage
curtain, closed
audience, emptied
and now it's just
me, my music,
my thoughts,
alone
Time;
decoded
We want to
do more than
survive
The book
of hope (and)
belonging
for OpenWrite
BookSpinePoem
Boxes, packed
with papers,
books, pens,
notes, plans
In August,
I hope to better
understand where
things have gone
For now, I'm on
the surface of
the mirror,
skating in the
remembering
Not yet
imagining the space
taking shape
only in my mind,
for some future time
for OpenWrite