A place to gather words before they get lost.
the tune your bones play as you keep going ...
from Lines of Winter by Mark Strand https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/50977/lines-for-winter
You used to call us a walking Xylophone, a set of bones on which mallets might play softly through days of motion; tendons, the strings, an ocean, weaving our skeletal form together, wooden blocks forever tuned to rhythm and pulse
On the radio, Roy croons Only The Lonely in the key of me
A mirrored image, we imagine our true selves among the ripples
for Daily Haiku
settled like dust on porcelain
— from Porcelain Musician In A Child's Bedroom by Brenda Hillman https://poets.org/poem/porcelain-musician-childs-bedroom
Running fingers, smudging lines along the past, like Cray-pas on kindergarten paper, and somewhere, you remember someone once told you how dust is not just outside dirt, leaning in, but a microscopic gathering of us, falling off; dead skin before the renewal
Quiet, listening to the whispering of rain; drum sticks on glass panes
for Algot
Lost: one blue marble; last seen all covered in snow - Gone where? No one knows
The fire makes a noise, inside here where ice and snow make the earth frozen ...
from This Morning, This First Poem by Afaa Michael Weaver https://poets.org/poem/morning-first-poem
like brushes on a snare head, swaying movement snapping back and forth, Max Roach in a gentle rush, sparks of embers dancing to the pulse of this day's poem; morning, breaking
Digging in, molehills out of mountains, my shovel's bending from the words
for Daily Haiku Prompt
Addison, ever, turns off the tap, turns off the app, X is not where he wants to be, though his best friend needs the whole world to see his antics on the platform every single day — it's Devin's dad, Devin needs to save — and money follows followers, and followers just might save the day
Using characters from The Right Hook Of Devin Velma by Jake Burt for Open Write
On Whipple Ridge
Air feathers, fluttering, a white cloud bursts upon the scene
Vapor wings, gliding along air currents,
seen and then, just as sudden, like a gust, unseen
for DS106 Daily Create