dogtrax

A mirrored image, we imagine our true selves among the ripples

for Daily Haiku

settled like dust on porcelain

— from Porcelain Musician In A Child's Bedroom by Brenda Hillman https://poets.org/poem/porcelain-musician-childs-bedroom

Running fingers, smudging lines along the past, like Cray-pas on kindergarten paper, and somewhere, you remember someone once told you how dust is not just outside dirt, leaning in, but a microscopic gathering of us, falling off; dead skin before the renewal

Quiet, listening to the whispering of rain; drum sticks on glass panes

for Algot

Lost: one blue marble; last seen all covered in snow - Gone where? No one knows

The fire makes a noise, inside here where ice and snow make the earth frozen ...

from This Morning, This First Poem by Afaa Michael Weaver https://poets.org/poem/morning-first-poem

like brushes on a snare head, swaying movement snapping back and forth, Max Roach in a gentle rush, sparks of embers dancing to the pulse of this day's poem; morning, breaking

Digging in, molehills out of mountains, my shovel's bending from the words

for Daily Haiku Prompt

Addison, ever, turns off the tap, turns off the app, X is not where he wants to be, though his best friend needs the whole world to see his antics on the platform every single day — it's Devin's dad, Devin needs to save — and money follows followers, and followers just might save the day

Using characters from The Right Hook Of Devin Velma by Jake Burt for Open Write

On Whipple Ridge

Air feathers, fluttering, a white cloud bursts upon the scene

Vapor wings, gliding along air currents,

seen and then, just as sudden, like a gust, unseen

for DS106 Daily Create

How long will I sit here, wondering, waiting for the voice to let me know: my words, delayed by snow

(Note: I had just finished counting syllables when the call came in — Snow Day, due to ice and snow. So to answer my own question: not long)

A Naani poem for Open Write

On a whim, more than plan, the chessboard's unpacked – the pieces, stacked – rules, reviewed - and as we played the day through, who knew I'd find another view unfolding from the depths of you; you, too?

for Open Write