Sounds of home schooling lulling my attention to better spaces not sure. Maybe a metronome keeping time for the clarinet or a Pileated Pecker beating out a feast against the trees Strange harmonies in our home #smallpoems
#smallpoems The most interesting thing outside your window right now that you see every day, keep thinking about parallels between COVID-19 and the gypsy moth and ash beetle that devastated forests of southeastern Connecticut: Giants of old hang tired, towering over a history past by. Branches bend and crumble under weight of knowing no spring will come now
I have a rock everyone should mine stained in black graffiti of a gypsy invasion Still I sit and watch and think and sit, I return to my rock often, not every day but enough find your rock you need it #smallpoems
Connecticut, Algonquin for "Long Tidal River" English translation "FU to history" 169 towns 169 lies Flaunting truth Blue placard signs greet Guests with Settlement dates documenting manifest destiny's baby steps Aint no town been put down Where people aint been before Our language cast saviors' history layers of tailored truths masking misery Pilgrims and C
Sometimes reality seeps Into peripheral vision A Sense of mission when Wishing brings no Answers. Just unasked Questions seeking Anchors Impossible realities, barnacles Growing on rusted prints Dripping in stolen yesteryear #smallpoems
I sit restless As somber Solitude settles in House now as Asleep as streets Who cry in agony, lusting after lost Action Souls searching for Sounds upon empty Seas of forgotten misery #smallpoems
I write No choice. words bleed into screeds seeking silence in a broken soul pen picking up pieces and wrapping poems in pixels #smallpoems #writingcommunity #clmooc