This becomes that and that becomes this, but which is the what and what is the which, and where is the when, for when a look becomes that, and that becomes this – is it then that this glance becomes kiss?
for #OpenWrite
A place to gather words before they get lost.
This becomes that and that becomes this, but which is the what and what is the which, and where is the when, for when a look becomes that, and that becomes this – is it then that this glance becomes kiss?
for #OpenWrite
Every so often I think I hear the sound of a Whiffle ball on bat – imagine that — there's nothing there — only the memory of a run-down, rutted path the boys once made on the backyard grass, and even that has disappeared, more and more every year, so that my wife and I are the only ones left to bear witness at the state of play, — standing at the window, remembering — years away from the cries of each home run hit with a blast, the whistling ball sailing over the fence into the neighbor's yard, sneakers falling off small feet as they beat a race, sliding, diving into home plate - the dog watching the show with his ticket stub bone
On a budding branch, a red cardinal alights in a sea of green
for Algot
Ode To A River Current
Knitted along the edge where running water caresses sand, we stand here, quiet, listening, imagining ways in which days fold in, forever looping, linking, patterned inside the sounds of a fixed flow, never broken but for brief moments of falling
for #OpenWrite
Every sort of idea ignites the page,
astonishes the writer , as much as reader;
A poet is compelled to uncover a poem
framed as something new, something true,
But while we crave original, we listen for the echoes
for #OpenWrite with this random word list: ignite astonish compel frame crave
Start with a greeting - more formal than friendly – and then a few notes to hum alongside with (maybe be in a minor key) – but the start of something longer belongs better in a letter, not converted into music manuscript, or else you'll be resigned to never being finished, for words elude you: this cover letter languishes
for #OpenWrite
Sound, of you becomes me, a symphony in a major key, a string of sixteenth notes strung together, harmony and melody merge together so that one voice is two, me plus you, resting beneath the sign of Fermata
An etheree poem for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/etheree-revisited/
Where not so long ago there was nothing but winter, now there is color – forgotten bulbs blossoming into view, in brilliant yellow, purple and orange, a menagerie occupying a sunny corner of the yard
There is a nook inside a room inside a house - a small corner of mess and light with a guitar on a stand and pens and paper at hand, and the possibility of songs of love and fight – a retreat in the maelstrom of a mixed-up world calling out to me
for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/finding-a-safe-harbor/
Hail, then, to the plants which weather winter storms and wait to be reborn
for Algot