On a long walk through woods, I notice only your natural beauty,

but beneath your dress of wood and rock - your back now bent

from the burdens of time and use; our footprints, the weight of the weary,

long, now, these years, and also, worn down to fragile bone - you sigh the sigh of heavens

for #writeout and #ds106

Uplift your liquid songs, ye eddies bright

— from The River by Manuel Jose Othon https://poets.org/poem/river-3?mc_cid=86adea934a&mc_eid=ed9c8bae96

I taste your words on my tongue, young one – though ancient, too, as the hours before the storm that released you, and the pull from the Earth's center, irresistible – your endless journey from riverbank to raindrop never stops, does it? You are forever in motion, dancing to tides of ocean

Translated into Spanish by Claude/AI

Saboreo tus palabras en mi lengua, joven – aunque también antiguo, como las horas antes de la tormenta que te liberó, y la atracción desde el centro de la Tierra, irresistible - tu viaje interminable desde la orilla del río hasta la gota de lluvia nunca cesa, ¿verdad? Estás por siempre en movimiento, danzando al ritmo de las mareas del océano

for #writeout

A puddle is river

is teardrop, a creature cropped from beryl sky, a universe of rain

is lifeline, resisting August heat sunshine, an anecdote to pain

is mirrored glass, a moment for reflection, past, a thought within a frame

is surface tension, a pin off-kilter, apprehension, a dream by another name

for #WriteOut inspired by Lucille Clifton's The Earth Is A Living Thing https://poetrysociety.org/poems/the-earth-is-a-living-thing

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW8P5AxfXhk

slow is wandering, the wandering, the wading through an old oak forest, the waking up and waking up inside the wondering of where this overgrown trail leads, if it might lead forward forever and ever and ever on your mind is time, and how slow is

Audio: https://sodaphonic.com/audio/tPviI7DreCpfyBnDIAmz for #writeout, inspired by The Valley by Jean Valentine https://poetrysociety.org/poems/the-valley

Can you imagine that single drop of rain, that watery blur, dancing tango inside the gravitational rhythm of air, the swirling, pulling, pushing, as it's falling – always it's falling - catching one another before finally letting go?

for #WriteOut and #YouAreHerePoetry, inspired by 'Can You Imagine?' by Mary Oliver https://www.nps.gov/places/poetryinparks1.htm as part of Ada Limon's You Are Here project

A view of the world begins from above, scanning eyes search signs for fish

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Only the roots of the ghost tree remain -

soft echoes remembering its spindly arms reaching out

for every one of us, though we always steered clear

for fear that it might awaken to envelop us,

taking us, shaking us, making us disappear

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An out-of-the-way place, a sacred space for contemplative quiet, a poet's grace imbues this alcove with verse not yet written, the wonder of the imagined art scattered like confetti on a broken bench near Gooseberry bushes where robins chatter

for #writeout

River, the rhythm

and the writer, remembers

The currents of time;

she dances to rhyme

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Wanderers like you wonder what I'm thinking, as I rest my weary head here

I am silent, deep in thought, and you ought to join me, friend

Repose sends us into inner places, quiet spaces of song

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