Writing words on fiber as thin as gossamer lace, you will need imagination as much as ink as much as air as much as grace, for here, poems sink into folds of translucent tengujo only to appear again in shadowed light
After reading fascinating piece about the world’s thinnest paper: tengujo
I'm looking as she's reaching, fingertips for the solitary snowflake,
a floating apparition in the early Springtime sun,
but then it's gone before we even notice what it is we were watching when we were watching this
a trace of hope; a lover's kiss
— a #smallpoems for Slice of Life (a March blogging challenge to focus on small moments)
the soldier huddles, inside a blanket - the mother shuttles, kids inside a car - the store-keep shuffles, cards like cash - the preacher stumbles, talks of a crash - the teacher rumbles, writes, forever fast
this place, bound up in colliding stories
all of us; not alone, not alone, but home
— for CLMOOC (theme: Home)
In this space of two, of me and you, and every lamb and ewe, we find our way forward into the day, nary a network in sight, for night covers these strange connections that hold us together
a #smallpoems inspired by @tellio post for #clmooc http://impedagogy.com/wp/blog/2019/03/04/inner-affinity-spaces-and-outer-affinings/