For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Red leaves 2
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I went an hour south last week. These maples are not native and are very very bright.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I traveled to the midwest over Labor Day for two weeks. This is taken in Ohio.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I am out of order: I already put up Squash blossom 3. But it’s the Kinetic Sculpture Festival and why do things in order! Just don’t get run over by a sculpture! Even though they are covered with feathers or glitter or sequins, some are very heavy and have impressive engineering. Hooray for human powered vehicles!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
Taken in Michigan in September.
I’ve let myself come down again
it’s not really quiet down here
whales
the earth shuddering
new mountains being born
the ebb and flow
as the earth makes love to the moon
and small bubbles
I am quiet
when I let myself
go all the way down
the ocean is not quiet, but it is dark
dark as a dungeon
damper than dew
I keep sinking
and my eyes slowly adjust
my lungs adjust too
it hurts like knives at first
but I adjust faster than i used to
like the sea lions
I can go down and get back up
no bends
I have learned from them
I hold the oxygen
and let the nitrogen out slowly
through my gut
my eyes adjust
and then they come
the glowing ones, slow and fast
like ghosts swimming towards me
maybe they are my dead
someday I will join them
I expect to return this time
maybe
or not
I don’t know if I will find pearls
or a leviathan
who will swallow me whole
and barely notice
this time I walked in
myself
I don’t blame you
or family or past or circumstances
it is time for me to go down
I go
down and down and down
deep
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For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
From my trip to Michigan.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I took this in 2015 on the train from Edmonds, Washington to Chicago, Illinois. Curved windows and frames. Wonderful to watch the country rolling by.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: frame.
alone and sad
lurk in your lair
information
rotting there
you say you read
what I write
but not what or when
or day or night
collect words
webbing glue
word mummies
stick to you
you don’t connect
you don’t share
you say you never
never care
your web is touched
vibrates fast
fangs extend
webbing cast
you bite your victim
in spite of screams
anesthetize
steal their dreams
I ask questions
you scold me coldly
I break the web
fight poison boldly
read my words
as you will
I’ve escaped your web
as others will
your web is old
you’re growing slow
your poison fails
your victims know
you end alone
sag sagging web
your victims glad
when you are dead
___________________________
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