Who was the first person to think:
I could use oak galls for passable ink?
Who was the one who wrestled with the idea
to ground down the shell and dip in a pen
and wrote out a note, then did it again?
for #verselove and #mastoprompt
Who was the first person to think:
I could use oak galls for passable ink?
Who was the one who wrestled with the idea
to ground down the shell and dip in a pen
and wrote out a note, then did it again?
for #verselove and #mastoprompt
We're never who you think us to be
We only share part of our identity
the inner life of a writer is a circus of thought
in control and contained by the frame we were taught
for #mastoprompt
Ah, the tick, its head a pin that likes to prick, a nasty little critter that likes to inflict a bite upon us, but in a bid to survive, the tick only makes us sick
for #mastoprompt
A young bud just arriving after winter a flourish of coloring from the stretching, but now bent from playfulness; we nurture it anyway
a sijo poem via #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/sijo-korean-poem-with-a-twist/ for #mastoprompt
It makes me want to take a scraper to your hull, the way your home peels away, in transition from what it was to what it is, and you, inside, barely noticing the rest of us, but we all worry about you, still, and what it means when structures become too dilapidated to provide support and shelter in the most fragile of times
for #mastoprompt and #verselove
The mask we don from night to day
this voice our choice
a reason to hide, in masquerade
for #mastoprompt
If honey were money, we'd all be sweet bees, instead of a world riven by thieves
for #mastoprompt
How many mornings have I sat here, paused with purpose, wondering where a poem might come?
Both dogs napping just a few feet away, light snoozing after a wander through night's slow fade
Kitchen machinery hums, its engines a soundtrack to otherwise silence, the clock tick reminding me: time's running on
My coffee settles in a mug, fuel for a jungle of ideas, the edge of an inkling touching on lips and tongue
My mind, spinning words, and then, from nothing comes the something: the writing of this piece has just begun ...
for #verselove and #mastoprompt https://www.ethicalela.com/weekend-coffee-share-poem/ Digital Version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqZ3Oc5taWg
Look — Mama didn't raise me a fool – I get that in this place, I'm ain't ever gonna be one of the cool – but at least give me a chance and let me get my feet in the dirt – and refrain from the pain of the words that hurt
for #mastoprompt