dogtrax

It's only when I'm paused, alone, in my own moment of silence

that I begin to hear the singing of the world,

a choir's voice of wood and time embroidered together, woven somehow into wonder

for MastoPrompt

Trees' leaves - brown and brittle after falling – collapse in a crunch of footsteps, broken parts becoming the source for next year's growth

for MastoPrompt

Reverse course when the river bends, when the forest ends, when the stars descend, when the last word written becomes the first word spoken, again

for MastoPrompt

Combine words with music to make your daily song

the creative impulse to tap the imagination is never wrong

Sometimes, you need to let the muse sing to bring you along

for DailyCreate

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Synchronized time to match the rhyme Then synchronized clocks to dance away Each hand, synchronized; a tick, tock A foot, that synchronized the beat A music heart, that synchronized sound And you, to me, we're synchronized

for Open Write (taking a word for a walk)

Mist scene; beauty unfolds in sweetness

the charm dwells leaves, glisten in sunshine

Thanks for Sweet May! Time bursts full

the earth rejoices in light

Is other brightness like May?

A blackout/found poem from A May Morning by Ellwood Roberts

A path winds its way through places forests grew before Fall - a long coyote call - the beauty of it all is change - the world rearranged; We're nearly strangers to this place but still, discover grace

A Luc Bat for OpenWrite

Winter snow boots worn all year

but I don't care

my feet slip inside with such little friction

for quick dog-walking moments before daylight

It's all right, though I probably won't wear them to dinner

for #openwrite

Recalling sound from yesterday's walk in the woods:

the rush of the river, at capacity from the rains, and that one bank where it sounded like rapids

the rustle of leaves, a flutter in the wind, each one spinning, together with many, before hitting the ground

the chatter of chipmunks, our dog listening, leaping, running but never fast enough to pounce

a whistle in the distance, someone else beyond sight calling, signalling, sending sound

for writeout

WMWP – Springfield Armory Writing Marathon

One (Found Poem) Source: Curators Notes for Photography Exhibit

Art In Everyday Perspective:

An experiment – a chance moment simply demonstrates a century — the daily life of snapshots

Cameras – creativity – compose towards the artistic

Focus on the life of portraits adjusting slight imperfections through a window of time; a precise moment

Images speak Can you hear?

Immerse yourself in art

Two: (Freestyle) Source: The Arsenal At Springfield Armory by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Before Being Boxed

Each story's sung to the steady hum of the organ pipes -

this reader's not ready for war -

But still the drums beat to the rhythms of the world, the thrum of uncertainty

And what may yet come, undone, once more -

this reader's not ready for war

Three: (Diamante) Source: Armory Machine Shop Photos

Gears rattling, resonant turning, creaking, spinning pulleys, wheels, pipes, ropes spinning, creaking, turning efficient, autonomous machine

for Write Out Poetry In The Park event at Springfield Armory Oct. 2023