It's the fold between
night and day -
Am I even here?
Very Doubtful
I hear the rush of
something in the leaves -
Should I even care?
Ask Again Later
A car approaches,
and I pull the dog aside —
Should I wave?
Concentrate And Ask Again
Shall I wave?
Yes
I did as you told
but there was no response -
How shall I behave?
Better Not Tell You Now
The sun begins to climb
and morning breaks —
Is this the end of an all-nighter?
Signs Point To Yes
I'm talking to a voice
of a object from childhood -
Does that make me a writer?
Without A Doubt
for #OpenWrite
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Something sweet
sounds like a cupcake
with licked white frosting
on our fingers, forever
in that remembered moment
of closed-eye deliciousness,
when quiet contentment
turns into loved laughter
for #OpenWrite
On a woodland hunt,
after days of heavy rain;
the search for mushrooms
A crisp wind, blowing
across the morning; a wisp
of Autumn yawning
The acorn
sits, waiting
for something
to happen;
a squirrel,
perhaps, or
maybe a child
at play,
or perhaps
a sudden gust
of storm wind;
the little oak nut
with a sturdy body
and brown hat
remains patient,
knowing its
time for travel
will come
for #writeout
A small poem, written
from memory; the ease of
a joyful moment
Within outer skin,
an apple's flesh tastes so sweet,
except for the seeds
One lone leaf, fallen,
from an old tree, now calling,
silent, in Autumn
The stem is a path
on the far edge of a map,
leaning towards stories
With wind on its way,
how many leaves will remain,
from those here today?
for Algot