the stopped second hand on the clock still, flat water dancing light reflections feathers from a thousand pillows fall from the sky the night’s cold warmth opens its mystery
Tag: Poems
challenge
I started a couple challenges. One is a 30 day poetry challenge with the Escapery. Myself and other writers get a prompt a day to spark some inspiration for a raw, unedited, unfiltered poem. Ooh! My favorite kind to write! I don’t know why or how, but a couple years ago, I started this thing…
#2
plastic granite table filled with phat beats ridge around the edge cut up yourself up when you bump and try to fill this feast of plenty feast of a thousand songs playing in plentiful unison heartbreaking to soulful whisperers in the dark in the darkness you look better you can see you how a book…
#1
i go out slide along rocks smoother than smooth point up to the sky blue its wisps perfectly smudged curator has chosen to leave this single stick along the path installation of grasses fuzzy tufts statuesque barely a wave as we pass silently but nature is so whimsical with its placement we wander further into…
my adventure
begins with a long road i picture myself lifted up floating i know i can do this now! and my vision pierces through light and dark like an arrow that doesn’t land there is no end
pay attention
to the way in which despite the cuts from endless sources the emerging growth an interruption of thought glimmers softly along your walk please pay close attention
to be written
whistle on the tracks high pitched hum the shake and sway while my fingers catch letters words fly forward like a typewriter punching keys the page is not as empty as it once was the music continues streaming endlessly a beat linked together like the words they combine together form a picture with no picture…
the many little things of today
went a new way today discovered a surreal plant discovered how one street was connected to another did many small things that i hope will have an impact felt better when i left than i did as i entered taking a deep breath here we go found ways to help those around me found little…
all night
sweat room full of magenta purple bright light pans every corner tiny moving reflections circle the room expanding into points warped by their orbits and 90s house beat vibrating basslines that carry us across warm mid levels with synthetic piano dancing shadows move in a small room crowded empty each one alone even in the…
morning air
when the sky looks like a thin mist bright blue mixed with clouds from another world when music seems to hang on the air and everything is vibrant, as if truly deeply more real than what reality is when the chill of the air brings excitement dancing to become warm hands in pockets running in…
The Dynamics of Groove 