Rest notes: toe taps on the downbeat, the empty space where the composer wrote of pause and slow, the rhythmic quiet to the moment of arrival, count it out now – onetwothree - onetwothree – onetwothree - then enter the flow
for MastoPrompt
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Rest notes: toe taps on the downbeat, the empty space where the composer wrote of pause and slow, the rhythmic quiet to the moment of arrival, count it out now – onetwothree - onetwothree – onetwothree - then enter the flow
for MastoPrompt
Cloud Bear
She asks me, after many minutes, What do I see as I stare?
A bear, I reply, aloft in the sky, its white body, the shape of pear
It yawns, then winks, and then disappears, as if it were never there
for DS106
Pause in the moments between the drop of the bag and morning tea, seeped
Ornithology
Suddenly, one lone starling sings;
the flock fluttering into a rhythm of wings
but all I hear through my ears is Bird's relentless breath,
the depth of his wordless voice soaring inside a twisted metal tube of pads and springs;
a wooden reed, a seed of sound through which Charlie Parker brings something close to where day divides night;
the flock of us following a mind in flight
She sits in noise, settled inside the electric hum of guitar amps and kick drums, knowing that at any moment, the melody will come, emerging in her ears like a star falling from the sky
Embers from fire, drifting skyward, then fading; small night messages
Each day, a delight of words stuffed inside a box, a record of poems
for Daily Haiku referencing my Advent Of Love calendar project https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/e/2PACX-1vS_fop8b2-dRDPd_kqviaT5Bdx7GYCcYAQNq7XQ3rn4cKO8_-RHxQOeTHXpZyMLUkLvQVWyvuEATl2w/pub?start=false&loop=false&delayms=3000#slide=id.p4
I know you don’t need me, here on this podium with my poem
— from Dear New Blood by Mark Turcotte https://onbeing.org/poetry/dear-new-blood/
Advent Of Love Dec 25
I leave you with it anyway but hide it folded, edged sideways inside a torn envelope scratched with your name on in pencil like another poem I said you don't need but give to you so you might remember me with my words
Sometimes, a mere poem barely captures the moment of being worried
for Algot
What if we notice the invisibility of this Earth, changing?
for Sheri