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[T]

Bare vines in sunlight
Throw shadows across red brick;
A window on time.

[Lee]

She was buying thyme'
just to waste time
Avoiding all windows.

[Gisele]

High off of coffee,
and I got too little sleep;
Tired and jittery

[Lee]

Jittery and glittery, I snapped
Who's ideas was it to
wake me up like that?

[C. J., Cool yet firm like ice]

Sleep comes and goes; theft
of my sanity. Awake
only in regret.

[Lee]

Regret having to get up
and go to work
couldn't money grow on trees?

[Guy]

At the tree's large base
Base ethics transforms the tree
Into ash and dust.

[Lee]

Her work-less dreams, now ash
and dust, she still
had to go to work.

[T]

Lee wrote: "Her work-less dreams, now ash
and dust, she still
had to go to work."

Dreams dim, whispers stop
Work stands waiting in the rain
for inspiration.

[Lee]

Inspiration. So uncommon.
Thank heavens for the few
who hired us.

[Guy]

Whence inspiration,
From the gallows' funny bone,
Or life's accidents?

[M]

Her head ached. Her nose
was runny. Thursday’s comics
didn’t seem funny.

Nor would bile or phlegm
entomb her, for Ortha had
no sense of humor.

[Guy]

:-D

[Lee]

Those are really good Guy and M

[M]

Thank you, Lee!

[Nadia]

congestion rules her
each breath is a struggle now
when will sleep take her?

[Lee]

No problem M.

Eternal sleep knocked her door
she gasped "that's not the
one I was asking for!"

[M]

Into a dreamless
sleep she fell as long shadows
streaked the ivied well.

[Ryan]

From the well ghostly
fingers crept. Closer...closer...
unknowing, she slept.

[Guy]

Thank you, Lee. :-) The current chain is very good! :-)

[Guy]

The left-behind hand
rests without digits or fear
holding out for rain.

[Ryan]

quicksilver fingers
trace her name in pale moonlight
through midnight palm groves

[Guy]

Very nice Ryan, and very clever!

[Ryan]

Thanks, Guy. I'm a bit rusty. Hope you've been well :)

[Guy]

Ryan wrote: "Thanks, Guy. I'm a bit rusty. Hope you've been well :)"Hello Ryan. I'm very well, ty. Lots of change happening. And I likewise hope that all is well with you. :-)

[Nadia]

Silvery grey astros
Remind him of her smile
That for him won't shine

The sky was blackened
When she choose to live no more
Light can't shine in death

[Ryan]

That's beautiful, Nadia.

[Ryan]

Roaming the scorched earth
from burnt sea to blasted plains,
he casts no shadow.

[Guy]

Being without weight
is its own weight, a thin wraith
unbound and not free.

[Lee]

Agonizing captivity
Not just the heavy weight
But the long wait.

[Guy]

Nice, Lee!

[Guy]

Darkness lasts a night
Yet ignorance a lifetime
When waiting for truth.

[Lee]

"Ignorance is bliss" they said,
So she lived sheltered. In
limbo between true and false.

[M]

She waited outside,
arms akimbo, brow furrowed,
her thoughts in limbo.

[M]

Her hair gray, her leg
in traction, her life seemed now
but falling action.

[Lee]

The rising action, characters
rise to action but,
then they fell.

[[deleted user]]

the murky marsh caught
their fall; branches and dead leaves
gave them an applause.

[[deleted user]]

Ryan wrote: "Thanks, Guy. I'm a bit rusty..."

What nonsense is this? :P

[Lee]

The wind howls, trees sing
amused at their falling
meanwhile, danger lurks.

[M]

Storms strewed with broken
branches the late-spring landscape
of farms and ranches.

[Guy]

The fence's posts sag,
a still dance of wood and wire.
New grass jives in sun.

[Guy]

Leslie wrote: "the murky marsh caught
their fall; branches and dead leaves
gave them an applause."

[Hey, Leslie! :-) Very nice, and nice to see you. It's been too long.]

[[deleted user]]

flames pranced around the
parched grass; stumbling to a path,
living life too fast

[Hey Guy! Yes, it's been too long. I've missed this thread :)]

[[deleted user]]

Good one, Lee, M and Guy! :)

[M]

Thank you, Leslie!

[M]

The first flames confessed
to the old barbed wire, “I dreamed
I’m a forest fire.”

[Guy]

Forest's small fire
crackled at the forest's edge,
enlightened the dump.

[M]

Rats with seldom-spelled,
rodential names, scrounged and watched
the approaching flames.

The city’s skyline,
in the distance, beckoned with
a strange insistence.

Arnold glanced at Irv
and said, “Back to the sewers,
to crumbs of stale bread.”

“Farewell to broken
game spinners,” Lew sighed, “and trays
from TV dinners.”

[Lee]

TV dinners, stale bread crumbs
Olden pipeline's screech a song
The scent of garbage stings.

[Guy]

The sound of trash cans
tumbling down the pipe line's song
And robin's dawn calls.