Trees tall, tall trees, sway
with the wind. “ Look at us,
our time.” But I suspect a
a solved to be mysteried.
The leaves are to blame
for all the wind. Or the
color green, that’s the
right perspectrum.
Other treeories
advanced: “too much
branching, take it
down a notch, you
aren’t arteries,
pulsing in
the sky”.
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My instinct is to
move forward fast
and to move slowly
backwards. But I
broke that knob
off ages ago. In
its place, a metro
gnome. Yep, pointy
hat an’ all, straight
from the city. Special
magics, this one.
And he only requires
a spot inconspicuous
in the mulch.
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What We Grasp
I pack my resistance
like a coat I can’t give away,
worn thin at the elbows,
<smelling of something I can’t name>
something I can’t lose.
Time changes the light in rooms
<once familiar>
corners flicker in familiar shadows
fleeting
fleeing
Now, light pours in to a dawn
<I didn’t want this>
something I did not choose.
I keep the old maps.
I fold them the same way
<every time>
creases sharp as certainty,
as if the roads depicted
were laid in steel
unrelenting of the forging present…
<they aren’t>
Grief niggles
small, persistent
<click>
the door demands another way now
<the other way>
the tree broken in the storm
refused to bend.
Wasn’t that coat always
too heavy, too warm?
And the maps only ever guesses
<suggestions>
drawn by others who carried the same fears?
The door swings different now,
shifting in new patterns
and that
<I think>
is where it starts.
@hazeykthx Both. Xbox controller for responsive game play and mousing/keyboard for fine tune selecting and cleaning up cache detritus and treasure barfs.
It isn’t that
the well has
run dry.
It’s just that
at the bottom
there is a plethora
of people living
fathoms of lives
and, well
water you want
when wants,
our needs
and
hydration is
overrated
anyway.
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Mad Dog Elegy (Book 5) is coming — read my series? Free on KU or as an advanced reader copy for an honest review.
Ruin book 1, Sweater book 2, Whistleblower book 3, Ruby book 4. Read standalone, but order offers more character depth.
#FoxArgallMysteries + poetry for prettier prose!
@CollingsMaccrae When I find myself eating the bottom fifth of a two month old La Choy fried chow mein noodles can because in the grocery store “it isn’t healthy” seemed like a good mantra.
My clock ahead, to
prevent my late Ness.
Long neck, craning
hours. Lost wreck
of the Titanic, right
on time and locked
wet mess behind doors,
closed. And these
things are Loch Ness
amid oblate sensibilities,
like time and space,
and last I observed, no
one thinks of them
whilst chewing a
blanket, watching
TV and staring.
None do. The End.
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The moon last night!
Come, write your words under the shadowed orb…
where moonlight bleeds through fractured silver glass.
Let ink remember what the daylight lost. #5amwritersclub#WritingCommmunity
And we begin
somewhere, again.
At the againing,
which follows the
nevering, we sever
from inzenity.
It plays like this…
The inzenity
clause gives you
pause. It states:
“You get to choose
where to start and
what makes sense,”
Inzenity and the art
of main cycle
motoring.
As we chant “om”,
generating ohm
is futile.
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