one. When with them seems
like crowd jostle,
tumult. Shift side to side,
moved onwards
without agreement.
No choice in their flood

via Daily Prompt: Swarm

old word 1701, parloi,

term in card game faro,

from French paroli,

from Italian parole (Neapolitan paroli) “words, promises,”

Meaning “exploit to advantage” is from 1942.

parlayed into something greater,

transformed.

My empty reusable shopping bags

are parlayed into full, heavy

with consumer goods,

good winnings, on

a promise, exploited to advantage.

via Daily Prompt: Parlay

is often forced upon us,

whole wheels of industry

become half wheels in landscaped

idyll I wander into as a rest from

complaints in the head, so my thought

wanders among the moors created

by men with axes to cut down trees.

There is no wilderness here.

href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/the-road-taken/”>The Road Taken

reflection say as I polish Worktops, my hair frizzes in soft focus, scrub these stainless steel spoons in which these cheeks fatten, kitchen window telescopes a thin, Sliver, a cartoon alien stares back, big eyes blink back flashed through decorative glass mobiles. All aspects. How can I go out When I look like this? I’ll […]

via What’s My by Paul Brookes — In Between Hangovers

(inspired by Cath Campbell) are in the shape of small graves for children who mine the precious metal inside that makes them work and you look into the screen to stay connected but do not see their gritted lives as they haul the valuable out of the hole and the world has never been so […]

via Our Mobiles by Paul Brookes — I am not a silent poet

“Our Mobiles” kindly published by Reuben Woolley in his “I Am Not A Silent Poet”
https://t.co/F8NsCsiLWa via @ReubenWoolley

trickles down the rotted brick

water as the blood of landscape

fills rivers and lakes and your head

into a vacuum of hesitation with the rest

of the unwanted deliberations pulled

into transport exchanges with enough

diesel to see the through to the final

stop, before retreat into a midnight

garage of old age where accumulations

of daily dirt are washed away and repairs

done so a day for profit is not missed,

until there are no replacement parts

but birds still twitter outside to attract

mates, defend territory, feed on worms

your decayed body faithfully provides.

 

via Daily Prompt: Doubt

and you will founder, but think

before you speak, thought becomes

doubt in the requested. A pause.

Hesitate is time elapsed, a wait,

time for a change in chemical state.

via Daily Prompt: Hesitate

of the architecture of my breath,

as bone circulates the exhalation

and inhalation of my blood. Pillars

of breath reach upwards to an apex,

bone touches edge of epidermis,

then rushes back to the rhythm,

blood hangs a ghost in air, inhaled

refreshes the stilted thought.

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Center