A place to gather words before they get lost.
'tis the season for neither rhyme nor reason — no, wait — I rhymed that line that time — oh darn, and there I go again — forgive me, my friend, and allow me to make amends — oops, well, I suppose it's a songwriter's curse, and what's worse is that I actually tried — no, wait, hold that: I lied
for #ds106 Daily Create
Neither a rat race nor snail's pace – we walk along keeping our own pace
Sunshine deception: what looks warm from the inside chills you on the out
for Algot
The water whispers mist – a kettle of white tea cooling in a cup
Wander with intent; Somewhere, hides a small clover in a field of green
In a gaggle, geese play songs of boisterous noise; punk rock on the lawn
A twist in the tale as the vine winds around us; stories for later
The day before the year begins we plan and plan and plan, again
Thin skin? Bite again! Let the ripe peach juice dribble down upon your chin
A breeze off water - refreshing on this hot day - cools the mind; hot thoughts