Contained between the confines of the cushions of the couch

a coziness, collapses between us, a silence, inside of calm, a love, without a doubt

for #mastoprompt

Snark and snarl and capricious remarks

Turn away from hate to discover the heart

for #mastoprompt

The night artist arrives

with paintbrushes of frost

the frozen canvas windshields

of parked cars reveal webs of

something beautiful

for #mastoprompt

In afternoon, I'm barely immune to the call of sleep, it's a deep tune of falling

for #mastoprompt

Something comes plummeting out of the corner of the eye

a red-tailed hawk, on the hunt, diving from the sky

for #mastoprompt

When intelligence is artificial

and emotion, superficial,

then the world we've encountered

becomes little more than a tangle of words

cloaked in something prejudicial

for #mastoprompt

Gathered, we spoke of everything but

The Stroke

She woke, listening to our chatter quietly,

then memory broke to the surface with a trademark salty joke

for #mastoprompt

Hues of you -

I dip the brush

to feel the rush

of color palettes

combining, mixing us

on a canvas of a first crush

for #mastoprompt

A morning surprise kiss as crisp as this reveals itself as a gift of a beautiful love and a gentle bliss

for #mastoprompt

The wooden flats of the old backyard fence separated the Sarge from me, yet we'd find time over uneven paneled lines to chat about the world, the neighborhood, families and friends, and right until nearly the end, I'd quietly venerate him, the Korean War vet with a quiet demeanor and a kind word when it seemed it might be most needed

in memory of D.L. for #mastoprompt