Writer. Demand Poet.
—
I fly by you
On the way to pickup.
On a stranger’s
Lawn, you assemble yourself
Into a web of
Neon yellow straps–
The harness to
Hold you here on this earth,
Up there,
In the arms of
One … Read the rest “Harness – small stone”
—
at 8:09
I notice that
11 minutes seems like
a great deal of
time.
multiplied
many times by
all these rushing people
and squared again by the
sick ones,
biding and
abiding.
Then,
slowed,
by the
lounging dogs.
—
Last bit of
Snow on that
Surreal green patch.
Sun’s out.
We all live on
Meltaway Island.
— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”
—
A chopped up
Christmas carol
Then
Hurrays and oh-my-
Goshes,
Then
Assorted giggles and
HAHAHAHs
Break from a
Passing argument and
Float from the
Other room.
Dandelion seeds
On a wind.
—
I’m writing small stones as part … Read the rest “The Other Room — small stone”
—
Branch
Cracked and broken
Lays in the crook
Of her sister’s arm,
Halfway between
Then and
Gone.
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I’m writing small stones as part of the January Mindful Writing Challenge. Feel free to join us.