Notices by Tellio (tellio@mastodon.social), page 14

In response to @sensor63 's Vialogue (https://goo.gl/kuPAen) a #smallpoem #smallpoems

I aint lying when I say:
I am a bitter southerner.
I am a card carrying member of the precariat.
Every identifier also claims to know what I ain't.
That just ain't so.
I am not nothing.

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@dogtrax Moebius strips all the way down.

The wood thrushes are back. For years I only rarely heard them. Now, the morning is filled with their pre-dawn liquefactions. Am I too greedy to now want the whippoorwills to come home? I used to slow down as I approached puddles in the nearly dark, dusk half-mile of our lane because they would be bathing
there and I did not want to scare them too badly. I still stop at the puddles, but there are no whippoorwhills. Why can't I just be grateful for the wood thrushes? #smallstories

@dogtrax

Our minds
are
unwitting
henges
waiting
for
us
to
open
their
doors,
to
cross
their thresholds,
to
pass under
their lintels,
unflattened,
reborn,
returning
with
a soap bubble's
"pop".

#smallpoems response to a #smallstories

I thought someone left the light on in the bathroom. Not unusual when you have kids. I popped into the room from the hallway to turn off the switch, and maybe yell at someone about bills, when I realized it was not the light at all. It was the sun, shining in perfectly through the window, reflecting perfectly off the mirror. The result was a rather dazzling display of light, filling the entire room. I stared. Minutes later, the earth shifted, and the light-show ended. #smallstories

Dichotomous Dilemma

Yes. I am a seed.
No. Now I am a weed seed.
Hmmm. Maybe haiku.

#smallpoems response @Algot @dogtrax

@Algot @dogtrax #smallpoem response

Illogical Fantasy

I live
in the
false dichotomy,
the interstices of
that liminal space
we call a logical fallacy,
but is instead
neither here
nor there.
Suffice to say
we
are
all
somewhere.

@drbjork Amen.

@noelle meta-brilliant.

The next time you feel beaten, ask yourself: do I live in a playground or a prison? This morning as I am faced with a couple of hours of routine farm chores that are painful for my hips, I set up this dilemma. Can it be both playground and prison? Neither? Something else? Perhaps it can be an experiment where I am an outside observer of prison or playground behavior? It might just be another one of those #smallstories I cast into the infinite playspace of Mastodon. News at 10.

@Sonstwer Super idea. I am passing it on to my Congressional representative. It will, of course, be ignored; however, I am grateful for the chance to bring this up with him. Thanks.

@dogtrax #smallpoems #smallresponse

Unplanned Obsolescence

All these languishing created bits,
All these built thinks
this tumble down desuetude,
All this still serviceable kit,
like gods without believers,
All are compost for the Muse,
sacrifices to the Siren.
They may all be mis-starts,
but better to live
backward,
obsolete,
chord-less,
crazed,
and forgotten
than always
to be getting ready to live.

Burn

There is
no market
for philosophical
poems.

I build them
and
they
do not come.

They settle
into
robust
desuetude.

Metaphor
Image
Meter &
Rhyme

Diminish
then
collapse,
a noisome heap.

Let's
make
a
bonfire.

#smallpoems

What Happens When 'And' Becomes a Noun

Ever-receding 'and',
Infinite 'and',
Without end 'and',
Recursive and emptied.
Echoing.
Without bound.
Amen-less.
And.

#smallpoems

@dogtrax Infinity &

Listen up. Some Mingus on a Saturday morning: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx4pxOQvlKo&t=1048s