L'aura del Campo

Jim Jimson [364] Lines never meant [365] Nit-wits [366]

February 14th prompts for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" 

Jim Jimson

He burst forth from the weed patch,
losing speed with every second
as friction wore him down.

It was hard being a jimsonweed,
too touchy, too explosive, they all said.

But he was who he was
as he landed on soft mud. He'd show them!
Next summer he'd do it all over again.

Prompt: velocity

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Lines never meant

Shorelines shifted with each high tide
as palms held off at a distance;
but, change comes, even to those who tarry.
The moon had seen it all through centuries.

Rivers wandered. Mountains eroded.
Glaciers came and went.
But humans insisted on boundaries
that were never meant.

Prompt: boundary

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Nit-wits

The glacier descended like a ski slope,
icy tongued rimmed by rocks,
ending at a cliff

that tumbled into blue-green waters
carrying the mountain's grit.

Men tried to scale its slopes,
slipping every time. It spared no time
nor tears for nit-wits.

Prompt: slope

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