A place to gather words before they get lost.
In the moment of the Eye, when the storm catches its breath - when the air becomes as still and settled as death – we wander remains of tree limbs and pine cones, the power of the unknown more present than not, then head for shelter as the wind kicks in and tightens its knot
Vestige of Night
Mesmerized by the light, fed by wind and breath
The last leaf of Autumn, finally falls
I hear it even now, later, in the heart of nowhere
Something is loosened by memory - the last vestige of night
A Call and Response Assay poem with Steve https://petespoemplace.blogspot.com/2025/10/vestige-assay.html?sc=1760178212665
Collaboration: https://youtu.be/RchVAVdVsFw
Lights against the sky in a spectrum of color; a vivid rainbow
Another straw man standing in a field of corn, startling no one
She startles in step, as a flock of geese, squawking, fly by, overhead
Your ghost silhouette lingers in the shadows, like a song I can't forget
Avoid beaten trails — traveling in wild places is where you should be
Wrap the blanket up around your shoulders and mine - leave night chills behind
One final petal drops beneath the fallen leaves of the old oak tree
for Algot
They Are From There
They are, to me, indecipherable as language, but beautiful, too, barely legible in the pen swoops capturing landscape and loss, the ancient land beneath them barely there, yet remembered like breathing, like singing, like writing poems by candlelight for someone else to read later
for #ds106 with this poem by Mahmoud Darwish as inspiration https://blogs.transparent.com/arabic/arabic-poem-%D8%A3%D9%8E%D9%86%D9%8E%D8%A7-%D9%85%D9%90%D9%86%D9%92-%D9%87%D9%8F%D9%86%D9%8E%D8%A7%D9%83%D9%8E-by-mahmoud-darwish/