Currently I am in the middle of a 30 day pop up poetry community and I share poetry all over the web. I need one place to call home. So for @IndieWebCamp Online I want to build a page to host all my poetry. I am goint to use CSS (maybe subgrid if I get inspired...want to challenge myself) Grid. I will set three coulns using 2fr, 5fr, 3fr/ That means my area
#poetryport #smallpoems Shit. A promised made to keep the poems more physical to find Pinksy's history in everything. Meaning in the mundane now tasked to describe virtually I wonder where is the the line? Asked since 1959 Do we taste and feel in our online spaces the faces Real?
Ridgeline Rocks scattered speckled grey among our brown blanket of forest aching for snow plopped on a rock, logs a defrosted mess the dog plays, such joy in limitless discovery chasing sents and rodents leaves rustle with relentless energy No turkey or deer today Just wispy clouds painting the sun's whiskers that rap upon Dead giants who creak their funeral
Given today's poetry prompt of play I had to try something I have never done before: Remix a voice poem in GarageBand In the shower I came up with the phrase "majestic, frenetic, poetic play", and I thought about how awesome it was for Wendy to play with spoken word in a poetic gift to someone. I wanted to try something new. So I grabbed a couple phrases fro
Searching for the color of sound in our polyphonic playground hints of hue in pillars of creation blue of the bass line and red giants keep time treble strokes yellow skies filling in crescendos of our shattered prism schisms in rhythm throw spectral lines missions of movement chromatism of souls in synchrotronic emissions spin and spin in Newton's wheel mut
#poetryport #clmooc #smallpoems thanks I feel as we peel away onions in us bunions on heels of truth stray pinwheels frozen in winds blowing keels hued in poetic thought gratitude of lying bards in search of exactitude sighing guards on a perch of poetic preludes
#poetryport #smallpoems To Gonzos of the plow put forth seeds falling from neither's hand grasped together on the wink of the wind working words into fields of wheat our awn of brittle destinies glistening tall on a head of emptiness full of it all leaves drenched in memories that fade in morning sun as collaborative light spills A Cambridge combine harvesti
Be weary of the warmth in a poet's smile for it sparks many a fire unleashing desire to rain on flames of forgotten folklore strickling streams causing creases of dreams escaping folds of time while the work of a smirk hides a wordsmith's intention #poetryport #clmooc #smallpoems