A bit too much of just about everything —
Dressed in fancy:
buttons hats collars pants shirts zippers shoes
the gaudy wordsmith sprinkles every line with something above and then, beyond
for #mastoprompt
A bit too much of just about everything —
Dressed in fancy:
buttons hats collars pants shirts zippers shoes
the gaudy wordsmith sprinkles every line with something above and then, beyond
for #mastoprompt
The broken moon, half-lit and waning, spoons the stars, and not a world's complaining
for #mastoprompt
Push back - the pendulum never lasts - push back
for #mastoprompt
She caught me staring again, my mind elsewhere, at her steeping cup of tea,
the mist of morning rising, even though I was the one who set the kettle
who dropped the bag and absentmindedly added milk and honey
and it's funny – I do this routine nearly every day, for love is what puts me in motion
for #mastoprompt
Dissonance arrives on my tongue to your ears, the words crashing with JohnCageLikeCacophony - all noise and rhythm, pushing against expectations in an unsettled experience - the quiet comes only [sometime
later]
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Need we make a laundry list of all the sycophants bowing down on knees to kiss the crumbling ring
While the clown off screen is on a ramble again, urging fools forward, like the loser thinks he wins
for #mastoprompt
Like dancers on air, the cloudy steam above the lake shimmers on tiny, wispy toes as daybreak's show continues on
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Nighttime's dreary cousin comes in unannounced: insomnia settles in and sleep gets the bounce
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Cacophonous in its raucousness, the morning symphony of birds and bugs celebrates the rising sun's gloriousness
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The mask we wear only disappears when we let another in
You listen; I sing a disarming song - a vulnerable way to begin
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