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Each hand ticking towards destruction never stops, and yet, here we are, people of the world, working towards a common goal: for peace, we must pause the clock

for #DS106 Daily Create

Too dark to see so I ask her, and it's the same answer as nearly every morning until seasonal darkness fades and our eyes can see for ourselves

for #ds106 #DailyCreate

Sound waves, in harmony, accent a melody, a noise, note, tone with a complex vibration and voice, amid the din, the pitch modulates in resonance and sonancy

a thesaurus poem, with “sound” as key word for #ds106 Daily Create

Music plays quiet chord - sharp sounds

for #ds106 — a sestetle

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

Forever in motion, you flow over rocks and ramble, while we, the debris, float with you, following you, trusting you to guide us back home

for #ds106 Daily Create

Art: a novel a painting a film an act of communication between audiences

You're the one saying it, from your unique life experience; a particular moment,

by living in interaction

We bring meaning into the world — don't let anyone tell you otherwise

blackout poem uses the last paragraph from “Why A.I. Isn’t Going to Make Art” by Ted Chiang in New Yorker magazine for #ds106

https://flic.kr/p/2qeb4Kc

I held the book:

a place; hurrying through harbor lanes with furtive windows

I hastened, sheltered, a glimpse;

one had seen me, still, a blank laugh echoed

what worlds in that strange volume -

the unseen feet, padding

Summer storms change this landscape, forcing the small river to flow where, normally, it would not go

And all we can do is watch

For water finds its way, never gentle in the aftermath of tempests like this; Instead, it rages like a lion sprung loose

And all we can do is worry

And wait for the calm, the days following deluge, to find what paths remain and which, disappeared, ghost trails of memory

And all we can do is wonder

For #ds106 Daily Create on Wendell Berry’s birthday

Rivers like us know we must follow bends where current flows, but still push against it, in acts of resistance, curving against rock and stone

a Grook (sort of) for #ds106 #dailycreate