Wet silos

Wet silos

black ink
scraped across the screen
then
red ink

“I can see clearly now”
singular images
two distinct colors

silk lifts to reveal
wet silos
juxtaposed
screws and compasses

masculine building blocks
coupled silhouettes.

“Flos Ferri”

Calcifying seals the joints
between you and I,
and
aragonite solution
crystallizes in rarest gem forms
unseen for centuries
in our hearts.

We must dance out the calcium
and protect the gems.

Sometimes we must break
the calcium with a kick,
and sometimes the aragonite flowers
break loose, too.

Let’s not spend
our little time
debating
which is weightier:
loose joints
or stone florets.

What’s dance is dance;
what’s broke is broke.
We go on across the floor.

(wrote this while dancing...)

for the niece: tod-zilla, at the hayward japanese gardens

skittering like four hands traced on paper,

doubled,

unfolded into eight spider legs

all knees and ankle high

she scampers

kicks rocks into the rock garden and off the path

until the lantana blossoms become a sudden

point

of

fo

cu

s

in the ray of sunshine

in the nonlinear line

of life.

let me be thus beholden to air

and the movement of glee

skoochyboogeying

until the sudden sunshine from cloud

seizes me in freeze of

frieze of

stillness

like turtles raising necks to bask

in the golden sun like their yellow and black geometry of skin

beneath the husk of their dome

let me be this wanton, this quick,

this slow, this whole,

this free

11-6-11

Scooter Cascadia

IMUNURI prompt: Moving

Try this:
Write while moving.
Maybe you'll walk.
Maybe you'll dance, at home or somewhere people dance.
Maybe you'll swing in a swing, jog around the block, work out, or
maybe you'll move around the living room, stretching, reaching, rolling, as you hold paper in one hand and pen in the other, allowing words to come out of your moving body, moving as they wish to move, from a place that is opened by the body's motion.
Or maybe, you'll move the furniture, or move your home. This week, make moving your modus operandi.

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