Inclined toward Opposite Movement Away from Systemic Velocity The stasis Of wild places Beckoning Where sentences Become wordless And coy with silence #poetry

Song of time Sweet melody That slips through Lost thoughts with Little effort No attachment to Tick-tock madness That means so Very little to Sun or earth Peace is the Broken hands and Smashed face of Liberated hours Analog answers To digital questions Rhetorical Though they be #poetry

Windows built Primarily Fo Defenestration The view Though beautiful Unobstructed Mountains lurk And birds wait Patiently #poetry

There are places Where other things Used to be In memories Sometimes They still are Tricks of the mind Or space time Doing as it will Sound of wind From long ago Not listened to Constantly #poetry

"Fully half of our lives is narrated by a version of ourselves that doesn't exist yet," he said, "a veritable Ishmaelian analyst with the perspective of time elapsed." She wasn't sure what he was on about but suggested coffee, "not Starbucks though," she replied. #microwrite

"What isn't lost in translation is all there is," she said, "the rest is just stactic." He nodded his head in agreement and thought about flotsam and jetsam for some reason, "I'm into green noise lately," he replied, "I'm not sure what language it is." #vss365

"My true intentions have always been obscured," he said, "even from myself, my actual motives are just a shadow manifested." She knew he wasn't wrong but knew the same was true of most folks, "through a glass darkly," she replied, "the mystery unravels as it will, but also as it must." #vss

Woodchuck on Porch claiming To be a Goundhog Mistaken for Door to door Salvation Salesman Rough beast Slouching This way To be born #poetry #Yeats

To not examine The fiction Of novels Or poetry Or even the Bawdy humor Of the bar room To understand Language better Is to misunderstand Communication Entirely Everything else Is mostly Instruction Except of course Soft words not Spoken at night #poetry

Eyes that look And see Countryside Everywhere Immune to Time and The ravages Of civilization Pure earth Wanting to be Wild once more Passing through The centuries With vine And sapling Waiting patiently Willing to Overcome And conquer #WildWalkPrompt #countryside

Upon seas Too rough For poetry Or even thought The idea That words Should rhyme Nauseating Enough on Dry land To be tossed About trying For syllabic Structure And continuity Almost not enough To keep a Mariner From resorting to Alliteration Between undulating Upheavals #emoetry #nauseated

"If you don't learn UnispeaK before you get to the station, you'll be classified as language impaired," she said, "that means nothing but sub-7 jobs. "He wasn't worried though, the Guild only operated below sub-8, "they speak Darkstar down there, "he replied, "I'll be fine,". #vss365 #language #vss

Conjuring evil Unprepared for abject fear Ectoplasmic flood #haikuhorrorprompt #flood

Cat-like Alien queen Offering elixir During interludes Of libidinous Endeavor Promising immortality To wander space Forever Some kind Of half-shell Slurping Pan-galactic Explorer Searching for Someone to To call Venus #poetry #sci-fi

"There was a time in my life when I had a little more confidence than I do now," he said, "luckily, someone talked me down." She had never known him when he wasn't shy and reclusive, "the world ask a lot from people like us," she replied, "the least we can do is say, 'absolutely not'." #vss

"Whenever someone asks for a book suggestion," he said, "I am quick to point out that paperbacks are more convenient but hardback books look better on a shelf." She thought about trade copy books that were an odd size and not easily categorizable, "I like green shelves," she replied. #vss

What is said Seldom what is talked about In a forest quietly Obliquely glimpsed From there Sometimes it can be Soulful emergence #poetry

Only the mirror Reflecting what it shouldn't Window more honest #haiku #micropoetry

Pauper digging In the field with your hoe Are potatoes The giver Of your life No Just use them In soups and Stews But Really they Are just a Root #micropoetry #poetry

"I have generally been unconcerned as much as might be preferable," she said, "but with practice, I expect to be specifically concerned less with matters that might otherwise have escaped my attention." He thought about stacking her words like a poem but became distracted, "wut?," he replied. #vss

Miscellaneous Optimism In a drawer With everything else That might Prevent it From being Opened Existential Spatula #poetry

Were one to ask you To go walking in the rain Might you laugh and cry #haiku

Alone in the dark Bright moonlight leading the way A midnight mission #haikufeels #lead #micropoetry

"When I was a kid, if my sandwich was made from two heels, I would get sad," he said, "now when I make a sandwich with heels, I get a little nostalgic for a time when sadness was so innocent and simple." She was glad they had good bread, but replied, "we ain't got no jelly, though." #vss

Likely as not What ever Said Misconstrued Words apparently Waiver Or perhaps Voice that uttered Said syllables Unsure of Intent Probably both Language being Footpath of logic For a tongue That has none Best a wall Or a door If a listen needed Babel back it will not All advice Will be sound #poetry

Just an alien Looking for friends Suspiciously so #haiku #senryu #micropoetry #photography #art #sculpture

"Children don't inherit shadows," he said, "they roam under cover of things that darken them, like a tan." She knew he was right but did not want to believe she was the reflection of another person's fear. "I walk free sometimes," she replied, "when nobody's looking, under stars and nameless". #vss

Simplicity The path away From complexity Often overgrown And littered With old ideas Leaving a trail Of silly thoughts Just in case Anyone else Gives up #poetry

Valley so deep With walls Ascending Steeply toward Azure sky Almost Curtain like Shutting out The rest of The world With sound of Water flowing In its midst And the scent Of organic decay A reminder that All things pass Eventually But at least here Peacefully so #WildWalkPrompt #curtain

"Nearly half of what I think is untranslatable," he said, "but Johnny says he gets it if he's high enough." She knew he grew up on a station with over a hundred languages, but he never went to school either, "you should learn UnispeaK," she replied, "it would only take seven sleep cycles." #vss

"When I was a kid, if my sandwich was made from two heels, I would get sad. Now, when I make a sandwich with heels, I get a little nostalgic for a time when sadness was so simple and innocent," he said. She recalled a lunch sandwich that had cheese instead of balogna, "dang," she replied. #vss

"Life tends to imitate cheap literature," she said, "but even that is too expensive." He laughed but didn't really know what she was talking about. "I stole a book from the drug store once," he replied, "it was about a spaceship that flew through a nova to harvest illyrion, whatever that is." #vss

"I have two hands," he said, "if I had two minds, I could think two odd things at once, and the dissonance could be dispensed with and the dialectic embraced. A veritable parity of opposites." He was a walking conundrum she thought to herself, "you trip over your own shoelaces, "she replied. #vss

"I have walked in the rain, and it has made me happy, and I've walked in the rain, and it has made me sad," he said, "rain is tricky." She laughed but couldn't argue with his logic, "I have mixed feelings about umbrellas, "she replied, "but raincoats are OK until it stops raining." #vss

She read enough to be a little dangerous, and then she read some more. "Scaring off the amateurs was never my intent," she said, "but knowledge, it seems, is a blunt instrument." He had wondered why she hung out at the library so much, "those ruins will collapse one day, you know," he replied. #vss

Nothing to say Anarchy has So little need Of empty words Used boots Tread best Through ruins Of thought Philosophy Just noise In the disaster That never ends Temporary and Permanent Interchangeable Possessions Of the soul Forever lost Though somehow Uniquely Safe #poetry

Often lost In visions Numb to Tomorrow Yesterday Disappeared Moments Unwinding Worm in time Pondering Causality Though lacking Sincere interest Listening For voices Offering suggestions Only silence Too loud For ears in need Of sound Sacred or Otherwise #poetry

Nothing It seemed Overly shabby But also not Verging on Adequate Just a medium Type of marvelous That might Be admired Without too much Attention Over tea or Coffee On an odd Afternoon The parlors Of poets and Witchy folk A world unto Itself #emoetry #marvelous

Tentacle reaching Toward a lover unknown Terror of the night #haikuhorrorprompt #reaching

"Anything that happened last month is history," he said, "but that won't be recorded either." She knew it all dissolved rapidly in a post-historical world, but last year wasn't that long ago, and she couldn't remember it all, "even the old books have blank pages now," she replied. #vss365 #history

Nothing warped so much That rushing river won't help Rainbow trout unseen #haikufeels #warped #haiku #micropoetry

"I heard the sound of a dry magnolia leaf skittering down the street and suspected that is what eternity might sound like," he said, "or perhaps the noise blue would make if the volume were turned up." She suggested a walk in the hope of hearing it too, "dark or light blue?," she replied. #vss

Subterranean reflexes In search of A friendly hug Never mind the Filthy world Dirty knees just Transient in nature Eyes to see Though new glass A lens darkly Narrating the way Caverns aplenty Blue sky memory And spare change The sound of words And voices That seem to carry #poetry

Hillside filled With leaves of Rusty yellow Ocre and orange All the colors Of a fall Worth remembering Breeze enough To add shimmer But not so much That they are Carried away On a wind Going somewhere More important Not unlike the Autumns Of youth Fondly recalled #WildWalkPrompt #orange

For reasons known only to the person he used to be, he stopped eating meat, and the person he became couldn't imagine it any other way. "I walk among carrion feeders trying not to notice, as if I am a different species," he often thought, "how could this have possibly happened." #vss

"Don't ask me to tell the truth," he told her, "I just don't do it very well." She smiled at him and said she never would, after all, who really knew what was true or false, certainly not him. "I like your stories," she replied, "they're often a lot more honest than real life." #vss

"Sometimes the truth that needs to be known is hidden behind a half truth, and that one behind a lie," she said, "shattering one errant perception is difficult, shattering multiple misperceptions nearly impossible." He laughed and replied, "we better get busy then." #vss #writercommunity

All thoughts Unraveled Just a piece Of yarn too far Cognitively Not a sweater Nor even A scarf Veritble diaspora Of a Shetland Used to be Deconstructed Length of Feline amusement #poetry

"The city is a metaphor for multiple subjectivities," he said, "many streets lead through, and to, a great many different neighborhoods." She laughed and reminded him that only one street led to their neighborhood, "nobody crosses the Bridge of Lost Desire on purpose," she replied. #vss #vss365

"I'm inclined to believe 50% of everything said is rhetorical," she said, "and of the remaining 50%, only half of that deserves a reply." He grunted in acknowledgment but wondered what she was going on about, "I'm baking BBQ tofu, I hope you're hungry," he replied, but she wasn't listening. #vss