fit

so much depends upon us
getting the right
punctuation

but i frequently miss the point
and so gap letters
add (w)holes
as though ten senses
sentences
are puzzles
and it’s just me
that’s mis
fit

and so there is a black dot at the end

but is it hollow, or filled, or just curved
above?

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a 55 for Fireblossom Friday: The Red Wheelbarrow, in the imaginary garden with real toads

Dot

Monument, Colorado, atop the Palmer Divide. 15ºF (-9ºC) today - but 60ºF (15ºC) forecast for later in the week. Image (c) the author, January 2016
Monument, Colorado, atop the Palmer Divide. 15ºF (-9ºC) today – but 60ºF (15ºC) forecast for later in the week. Image (c) the author, January 2016

 

this is Dot.
she is blue
and green, sometimes, now more often
brown and sooted
and uprooted.

we dig her
too much

as is ever the way
of the disquieted, unrequited
lover treating his prey.

and yet Dot glistens in her white winter coat
– thinner than before
as though, in our handling
it’s wearing out

 

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A Flash 55 offered to Grace’s Poetics: Ecopoetry, at dVerse, and to The Tuesday Platform in the imaginary garden with real toads.

Ceci always gets her way

video by Joseph Von Stengel

 

Here is a piece of the real

peep Magritte surrendered
just before the crash that made Wall Street
famous as an egg.

it was 1928
and fat peeps everywhere perched high above their Walls
villaining smoke up to the stars.

like all peeps it is flat and real
as a line on a screen
provided you remember

that lines curve and sway
twist and sashay
and always stay connected

in a dis/connected way

 

by Evan Whitton, via Tasmanian Times
by Evan Whitton, via Tasmanian Times

Monsieur René Magritte (a film by Adrian Maben, 1978)

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maybe it was the omelette I had for breakfast.

for Karin’s Sunday Mini Challenge on artifice and the real, in the imaginary garden with real toads.

slip

 

Blackstar – David Bowie

 

January half-sunk even
with no water

the brightest stars
plucked, one by one

it’s easy to forget
drought extends to the sky

it’s easy to slip
as the days slip by

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secret island

Island. Image by author.
Island. Image by author.

 

love never
begins, it gets uncovered

like slipping
in the door, and you

a Times Square billboard,
lightbulbs for eyes and teeth

me, blind and clumsy as the mainland
before, and since

but during? eyes open
as when night-swimming the sea

around our nimble, secret island
before we returned

eyes shut
to our separate shores

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a 55 for Brendan’s Sunday Mini-Challenge: Islands, in the imaginary garden with real toads

unformed

National Geographic

 

I made a movie
of all the pictures:

the bears, trees and fish,
the teeth and eyes

the smokestacks and desolation
before the spool melted

them back
into a black pool

as though to say, here is your image:
we were happy

in the earth
before you took us;

you should have left us
unformed.

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for Kerry’s Flash 55, with a nod to the ‘Plus’, in the imaginary garden with real toads