dogtrax

Sleepy seeds might bring the coming bloom, barely Spring; In Winter, we dream

River stones, rattling over time, change form, but still, remain

Daily Create for NWP's collaborative poem

Ivory struck, rung bass into treble in harmony or solo Piano

An Elfchen poem for OpenWrite

She wondered if the air of the poem, if spoken in verse, could fill the balloon -

if her words, whispered, were the size of a quiet room

for MastoPrompt

Red, like the sunset, the horizon, violet, just before the dark

Deep glittering skies - the twittering sighs of us near one another

I wonder what those bros in Nashville will think when Beyonce drops her tracks

when she asserts her sound, reminding folks how their music started Black

but I suspect, instead of listening for the genius of something new, in fact,

they'll come out swinging, crying, whining – the one-trick pony of a cultural attack

I use shreds for mulch ...

from 'Ideas Trapped by Words' by Terry Elliott https://impedagogy.com/wp/blog/2024/02/12/ideas-trapped-by-words-snarling/

I wish more of my words could become compost -

for when I'm fed up with nothing to say but still, in ink and idea, saying it -

Just imagine the weeds on the lawn, droopy at dawn but strengthening by day, as if discarded verse

took something worse, and transformed it into something unexpectedly beautiful

Oft-forgotten god, Eurus, the bringer of rain, lets loose once again

for DailyHaiku (East Wind)

Deception, that's all this is, the foreshadowing of Spring, unfolding

for Algot