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
Laomedeia (Neptune)
I am once and always my sisters' moon -
a solar sibling to Halimede and Sao, in jagged orbit around Neptune -
we harmonize in frequencies only we understand,
a gift from birth, broken as we were, asteroid pieces of a Nereid's tune
for #ds106
Lear wrote with nonsense and joy he played with his words like a toy he'd bounce on a rhyme in a sing-song-y time to the amusement of the girls and boys
for #ds106
Arranging a day as a game Moving pieces – it's never the same with a roll of the die the time will fly and in the morning, we'll start up again
for #ds106 and #mastoprompt
I'm lost once again in your brush strokes of art and imagination
for Simon #ds106
Sunlight smiles between the spaces where shadow memory still slumbers
Oulipian Haiku for #ds106 (3-5-3-3-3) (structured 17 syllables/lines constrained by prime numbers) https://daily.ds106.us/tdc4104/
The color of wind depends upon the daylight, bent in fractured light
for #ds106
inspired by Koan: “What is the colour of wind?”
From a distance, the drummers pound out an invitation to join with danceable, rhythmic beats
We're caught up in street songs, our voices, on city walls, echo turning into something sweet
A Golden Shovel poem, for #ds106, inspired by Sheri Edward's poem: Dance Your Heart Out via https://askwhatelse.blog/2022/08/29/dance-your-heart-out-daily-create/