My old classroom was drenched in cold, isolated silence;
Now I'm bathed in songs of joy rising from the playground
a Naani poem for #openwrite
My old classroom was drenched in cold, isolated silence;
Now I'm bathed in songs of joy rising from the playground
a Naani poem for #openwrite
How the day slides by. nearly done. watercolor spent. — poem by Tellio
Tellio, my friend, Terry, again, I'm forever thankful of the moment My quill connected with yours, for we are forEver dipping nibs of wonder into ink
a TIME acronym poem of appreciation for #OpenWrite
I relish the rhythms of the shoreline
a hunk of wood with a history all my own
By morning, I'm stranded on sand
By night, I'm on the move again
for #OpenWrite
Dawn, opens eyes with raindrops for a skirt; Monday gets dressed
A Lune poem for #OpenWrite
Paint an epiphany but leave room for wonder In the night sky, infinity paints an epiphany across a creative canvas, singing with thunder; Paint an epiphany but leave room for wonder
a Triolet for #OpenWrite
Contracts scribes spines Papyrus-pushers jaws Doors biennial false;
Refusenik for scrivening Cattle census dreary Inscrutable drawing measuring tax mechanically recording;
The silently
A Dadaist poem for #OpenWrite Source: Ancient Scribes Got Ergonomic Injuries, Too via New York Times
Why aren't we kinder? -George Saunders
Each of us, born central to the universe - our only story, separate from all that other junk — you know, other people — but we believe; we really want, in our hearts, the present moment: more open and more loving
for #OpenWrite Original text from George Saunders' “Failures of Kindness” speech https://jamesclear.com/great-speeches/failures-of-kindness-by-george-saunders
In the moment when music is made, all lights get dimmed down low
the lights are dimmed so low, all eyes are tuned to the sound
their eyes are on the sound but mine are on the mouth
my mind is on her mouth; lips, curved; tongue shadows; white teeth
lips, tongue, teeth — and words I think this is something I've once heard
I've only heard echoes before drawn by the breath of her voice
it's her voice – falling, tumbling, turning - in that moment, when music is made
for #OpenWrite inspired by Duplex by Jericho Brown https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/152729/duplex
These poems; sometimes, they situate in quiet emptiness - mere gaps and idle notations – thoughts flitting about as feathers broken by the breeze - the bird, merely memory; blink, and maybe in that moment, we might see
for #OpenWrite inspired by These Poems by June Jordan https://poets.org/poem/these-poems
Winter snow boots worn all year
but I don't care
my feet slip inside with such little friction
for quick dog-walking moments before daylight
It's all right, though I probably won't wear them to dinner
for #openwrite