too much and not enough

When a person is fed, clothed, sheltered and safe there is a time question.

Too much or not enough to make something of the hour, day, week that lasts.

Something is vague, a shifting fog in low light — build instead a small cairn.

Walk away; behind you saws grind maple to dust, open bluing sky.

Clear dirty eyes and call them tears, a mistaken idea: past gone.

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Confessions hidden under plain sight. I meant to be open today.

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Seventeen (17) syllables. More (in a different form) at January‘s.

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More: Twitter talk at January‘s and Collin Kelley‘s. Plus there is always Open Micro if you want to read some terrific examples of short form.

As I commented at January’s

I “dent” at Identi.ca, which is a smaller, friendlier version of micro-blogging, similar to Twitter, but open source. Dave Bonta went over there, and I followed him. Several other poets also dent, and some of us cross-post to Twitter. I post my dents as FB status updates, too, which might be really annoying to some of my friends.

Check it out!

I am @stoney on Identi.ca and @stoneymoss @ Twitter.

I have found it delightful to work so narrowly. It is a great way to try to write haiku, American sentences, which are more difficult than they would seem! Mini-stories, all kinds of stuff. Anything that gets me writing is a tool I willingly use.

There is a group of us (mostly they) posting our short work at

http://www.openmicro.org/

Perhaps micro-poems are just right. I am learning.

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