Lost sock – argyle sock, where in the world did you ever drop?

You went in with the clothes, but now, lord only knows where the spin cycle stops

Did it take you for a walk? Are you off for a talk? Did you rest beneath a rock?

Lost sock – argyle sock, where in the world did you ever drop?

for #ds106 Daily Create

I am a bowl, chipped at the rim ...

Your car keys swim inside of me

So, too, the reading glasses you forgot today

and yesterday, alongside the note you wrote

I found when I reached back in to make sure

I was all there

for #ds106 Daily Create with first lines from Brian Bilston

Four small Cardinals dancing in half-time, inside the empty Ash tree

for #ds106

Four red Cardinals dancing in half-time, inside the empty Ash tree

for #ds106

Imagine absence but not loss

the silhouette of a lover's imprint on the pillow of an unmade bed

a torn-out well-read page of a book with many dog-eared folds

the hollow body of an acoustic guitar, a dream-catcher of sound vibration

a canvas with a single mark to start an idea flowing, with no way of knowing

Silence is the space where words imagine meaning in the lean-in listening

for #ds106

What's the name for when there's nothing - then there's something – when your attention wanders for only just a moment, and then, there it is: the trick is to find a way to hold it

for #ds106

Linger for a moment, for Every time we whisper, She reminds me to remember a Life built together, woven in love; I am forever wrapped in wonder - Echoes of our early days, a song sung softly in tune

An Acrostic Poem (LESLIE) for #ds106 and International Women's Day

In The Forgetting

Remember to hold the moments in your heart

For in the forgetting, you're only letting the unexplained in

Each of our tapestries is memory, threaded in ways, but fragile

for #ds106

A melody line like this, lingers in the ear forever – like a lover's kiss

for #ds106

There's no one here.

I am here.

You were gone before I arrived.

I am here.

Just traces of words.

There's no one here.

I am here.

Before you arrived, I had left.

There's no one here.

I am here.

a Broetry poem for #ds106