'tis the season for neither rhyme nor reason — no, wait — I rhymed that line that time — oh darn, and there I go again — forgive me, my friend, and allow me to make amends — oops, well, I suppose it's a songwriter's curse, and what's worse is that I actually tried — no, wait, hold that: I lied

for #ds106 Daily Create

It's hard to hold on beneath the barrage of bad news; but hope filters through

for #ds106

Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn, and unlock-more than a maple- a universe. This is how you spend this afternoon, and tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon. Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you. ― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

Gap

there, beneath where you once removed the river rock, and tossed it to the trees, an outline remains, a pocket for rains

smooth sands by gravity's fingers; and in your mind, the rock's still there; it's the gap that disappears

for #ds106

even a teacher a poet a photographer (an) entity of landscapes explorer father / writer collaborator / musician himself (a) dog, unknown; a songwriter

a dada cut-up poem for #ds106 Daily Create

Deception, then: this morning's quiet is anything but, as I listen more closely, to hear:

the high frequency hum of the fridge the punctuated sound of the sump pump the whooshing of dehumidifier, cycling on/off the singing of birds through an open window the long sigh of the dog stretching on the couch the lone car, decelerating, a voice on radio the daily newspaper landing on driveway

I sit, sip and write

for #DS106 Daily Create

Inked words stumble on the page

What I mean to say is that a poem takes shape different on paper than a screen —

I am forever in revision in the words in-between

for #ds106 Daily Create (handwritten poem) https://flic.kr/p/2rhm1cK

Heaven Help Us: There Are Rivers In The Sky - Signs Of Life - Atmosphere Belonging

Book Spine Poetry for #ds106

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