How the day slides by. nearly done. watercolor spent. — poem by Tellio

Tellio, my friend, Terry, again, I'm forever thankful of the moment My quill connected with yours, for we are forEver dipping nibs of wonder into ink

a TIME acronym poem of appreciation for #OpenWrite

I relish the rhythms of the shoreline

a hunk of wood with a history all my own

By morning, I'm stranded on sand

By night, I'm on the move again

for #OpenWrite

Dawn, opens eyes with raindrops for a skirt; Monday gets dressed

A Lune poem for #OpenWrite

Paint an epiphany but leave room for wonder In the night sky, infinity paints an epiphany across a creative canvas, singing with thunder; Paint an epiphany but leave room for wonder

a Triolet for #OpenWrite

Contracts scribes spines Papyrus-pushers jaws Doors biennial false;

Refusenik for scrivening Cattle census dreary Inscrutable drawing measuring tax mechanically recording;

The silently

A Dadaist poem for #OpenWrite Source: Ancient Scribes Got Ergonomic Injuries, Too via New York Times

Why aren't we kinder? -George Saunders

Each of us, born central to the universe - our only story, separate from all that other junk — you know, other people — but we believe; we really want, in our hearts, the present moment: more open and more loving

for #OpenWrite Original text from George Saunders' “Failures of Kindness” speech https://jamesclear.com/great-speeches/failures-of-kindness-by-george-saunders

In the moment when music is made, all lights get dimmed down low

the lights are dimmed so low, all eyes are tuned to the sound

their eyes are on the sound but mine are on the mouth

my mind is on her mouth; lips, curved; tongue shadows; white teeth

lips, tongue, teeth — and words I think this is something I've once heard

I've only heard echoes before drawn by the breath of her voice

it's her voice – falling, tumbling, turning - in that moment, when music is made

for #OpenWrite inspired by Duplex by Jericho Brown https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/152729/duplex

These poems; sometimes, they situate in quiet emptiness - mere gaps and idle notations – thoughts flitting about as feathers broken by the breeze - the bird, merely memory; blink, and maybe in that moment, we might see

for #OpenWrite inspired by These Poems by June Jordan https://poets.org/poem/these-poems

Winter snow boots worn all year

but I don't care

my feet slip inside with such little friction

for quick dog-walking moments before daylight

It's all right, though I probably won't wear them to dinner

for #openwrite

Joe, GI, kept his world to himself, his head knocked off by a fall from the shelf

Joe's hands, replaced backwards after a tragic twist of fate, couldn't grip a gun,

but in some remixed world, Joe and Barbie, and maybe Ken, might have had a bit of fun

for #OpenWrite