the way the light slants, the silver of each raindrop
A place to gather words before they get lost.
the way the light slants, the silver of each raindrop
Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)
Milkman Collins Graves, with the sound of metal buckets banging and liquid inside, sloshing, makes his way to the villages, warning of the water to come, yells tossing as echoes of homes and businesses
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)
If a horse can be a hero, then here, surely, is one, the same one, unnamed, who galloped three miles from dam to town, bearing the man, warning that disaster loomed, and still, not finishing this most important race, first
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Luminescent wings – the dragonfly waits for wind; suddenly – it's gone
'Tis the first bloom of Spring, found now nearly alone; 'til buried bulbs of sleepy time return to surface, home; All wonder is her siblings - every petal, pointed high; They sing for sun and warmth and release a hopeful sigh
for DS106 Daily Create, with apologies to Thomas Moore (The Last Rose of Summer)
Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)
One lone man, standing, motionless, on an island of nothingness, the west and east branches of the river, flowing, no one yet knowing the damage wrought by sudden flood
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Fluttering flicker - a bit quicker than my eyes – the moth flies away
for Daily Haiku
Silence mapping
Imagine the writer's pencil drawing lines on empty paper keeping inside the middle silent for filling in of sounds, later
for Terry
Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)
No voice left from the frantic run, Robert Loud resorted to sticks, catching the attention of Williams Adams, who saw what was coming and lost his life, crossing the water to warn his sons and wife, and Loud never recovered, neither
Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts
Look skyward, dancer - witness the furious moves of our atmosphere
for Algot