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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/

A tribe called (it) quest - built inside beats, listened best with headphones on, up too loud, ear-worm samples and word play: urban music getaway

a tanka for #mastoprompt and #ds106

Gracious thankfulness: for all who find ways to play and collaborate

for #ds106 and #clmooc

I told myself, well, it could wait - and so I did, and so it did, and now, of course, the moment's late, the thread's now lost to attention and time, and the poem I thought I might have wrote has gone and lost its mind

for #ds106

Our gathering together never gets better: words dozing in morning song

Reverse haiku #mastoprompt #smallpoems #ds106

Withered old wood, dotted with holes, the woodpecker knows its spots, this broken tree must believe in itself, its roots remain grounded in soil and dust, it must not let go until the final storm rages, the ragged breath of an Earth sighing out just one last song

#ds106

Audio: https://sodaphonic.com/audio/7eId3XHJCNmgtdr3lbCY