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In the spaces where words, converse;

poems, disperse

for #mastoprompt

The sum of this summer's morn is calculated by adding utility wire bird song to stormy night's rainfall to sunrise's horizon arrival, plus the addend of the moment of solitude when the world takes its breath, then finally breathes

for #mastoprompt

It's rain here, they say, all day, and maybe longer; Water clouds the haze

for Algot

When word jumping across the matrix of the poem,

be sure to land slant, as our Emily notes;

experimental poets writing in a world of tilted lines

design experience not as a logical, linear path

but more as a controlled tumbling collapse

for #mastoprompt

With feathered bristles on a softened brush,

we borrow the ink to paint a scene of an unspoken in-between hush,

unfolding a canvas capturing the quiet moments of us

for #mastoprompt

For all his flawed parts -

the way he always finds a way to always fall apart -

I find him, a friend, with a gentle loving heart

for #mastoprompt

The day descends in its usual way:

Glorious start, then gradual decay

for #mastoprompt

Reconcile opposing forces:

the need to be and the need to be alone

both collide within head and heart

revel in the quiet where you feel you belong

for #mastoprompt

Shout – them folk – shout!

Raise your voice up to sing ancestors in a wooden house

Shout – them folk – shout!

Sing us the story of where the world tilts, and what it's all about

Shout – them folk – shout!

We are all threaded lines, all of us tangled together in this history

Shout – them folk – shout!

Let's listen – Let's hear - Let's remember the dance of Jubilee

for #writeacrossamerica inspired by “Jubilee” by the McIntosh County Shouters https://folkways.si.edu/jubilee-by-the-mcintosh-county-shouters/music/video/smithsonian

Rocks jut out and her legs are dangling over air as she sits there on the cliffside, nearly alone, watching the waves of the bay, with Otis singing on the stage inside her head

for #mastoprompt