dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

I am from whole notes, a sound languishing over time, melody on the prowl for rhyme

I am from half-notes, broken apart like seeds, by a need to always quicken the pace

I am from quarter notes, articulation dots scratched along the top, reminding me to pause, breathe, stop

I am from eighth notes, a hand over your shoulders, a curved slur blurring us together in a riff

I am from sixteenth notes, in rapid succession; I disappear into the air before you have the chance to hear me

for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/where-im-from-again/

A hammer to the head — it's not what you think — but even so, years after, I thought about it, often, late at night, remembering the fall, the cry, the call, as I lay awake in bed

for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/scars/

On paper, at least, a travel itinerary's flawlessly built on possibilities: a leap in imagination of side alleyways, riverside wanderings, museum galleries, shops and eateries, and a language to wrestle your tongue into submission

for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/oh-the-places-youll-go/

Imagine a world of cloud rolling above the hills, alone, but beyond a crowd of daytime daffodils, with petals reaching towards trees, both, swaying to the breeze

a “borrowed rhyme” poem for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/borrowed-rhymes/ words borrowed from I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud by William Wordsworth https://discoverpoetry.com/poems/william-wordsworth/i-wandered-lonely-as-a-cloud/

A moment of breathing, in the woods

Stop – note the uncurling green branch buds;

this small grove of elm trees awakens

for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/when-spring-speaks-in-tricubes/

I am wander a page spelunker wrapping fingers around verse immersed inside some other poet's writing finding something forgotten or missed a glance a sound a thought a kiss

for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/the-verse-collector/

Stoic and focused on food at its feet, the stork embodies patience

A voice in the din; this is where we can begin to hold back the tide

for Algot

As much as five miles - a honeybee will forage far from the home hive

Merely a sliver of light against the night sky, reflecting the Sun