believing its real
the wind and the shadows
those fugacious fugitives
wander the edge
nightfall they alight
they shimmer and sing
daylight begins to bursts
their buzzing buries me
perched upon my shoulder
the outside world disembarks
held by invisible strings
slowly spinning, just enough
napowrimo day 25. skimming the top today. it’s a good day.
mind love misery’s menagerie. first line friday
untouched books crowded his shelves, shiny leather spines and faded first editions, meticulously dusted and never read. unnoticed the moments flex their power, passing into hours, casually creeping across the day. the sun spreads in silence, dressing the emptiness, delivering light and heat and driving back the empty shadows. quietly calmly bursts the break of day. awakened, the books stir and bend, stories start to stumble, congregating with crazy calamity. panicky pages quietly quivering, for they all knew he would appear and so they watch and wait.
sunday scribblings: no. 273 give/gave/giving/gift and 3www: gag, maintain, omit
photo: window, rostybrandx
basking in the bright bionic beautiful
just pass the one-way rambling remedy
did the small measure pour out and over
no asking nor telling, the stirring simply started
the offering floated over the private precipice
well-meaning wanderings surfacing windows
flung wide open, heady pink heart healings
maintain and allege, shade and shift
a red gag gone, bighearted bits adrift
omit not the first line long gone by
Piece of Pie ala Mode 