Month: Feb 2020
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for PB’s Personification of a Tree
And Then The Tree Said … Oh God of Green, give me strength, there’s something pecking at my neck, something other than this birdbrain poem about old barren trees & cold skin-pricked days & lichen knitting into my limbs, & hold me strong against this blowing back & forth & thresher rain that chops my…
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Her Fruit
Her Fruit She’s in the corner with the brass and bronze, like a passing thought that takes refuge in wrinkled silks of sweet grape gold and liquid purple. Arranged, liked an orange whose peel scantly exposes juice and fruit — so provocative — and arresting. There for the taking. Her fruit. Her sweet wine. An…
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Quadrille #98
The Peel And again those white chalk cliffs near Dover peeled away and crumbled into the sea. Grief feels that way, the crumbling of it. It tore my heart, and peeled my bones. Raw days in a flood. Its flawed blue horizon is now my familiar. dVerse Quadrille #98 “peeling” (constraint: 44 words)…
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Twiglet #164
A Light Remix If I were morning light, I’d slip through slatted blinds and flood across someone’s bedroom floor, and eke myself between messy bedsheets and quick hands and crushed perfume, and be sprawling as pleasure, and not like a closed-leg sunset, clumsy with its all-thumbs-jumped-up fire. Twiglet #164 “All Thumbs” ©️ Misky…
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For VV Feb 2020
Crossing the Sun’s Path When she was a girl her mother told her that ears were planted in the bushes, hidden in the trees where they waited to hear truth, and that sound you hear, the trickling from cooling fountains was water laughing at every lie they heard. She’d walk through parks, through gardens, and…
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dVerse To Be a Flower
To Be A Daisy Loves me. Loves me not. Her fingers unlock wish after wish, and she says, Absence has made my heart grow fonder — She’s waited out the white months for my return. You wish you may. You wish you might. And my summer days fall all too easy. Pluck me. Cut me.…
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for dVerse MTB
February 1970: Camano Island We started off playing bridge but we couldn’t figure out the rules so as the afternoon slowly spent its hours we all agreed to play pinocle, we sat, crosslegged, two guys on one side of the coffee table, girls on the other, and a bowl of peanuts between us, and I…
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Quadrille #97
Dose One pill tastes of lemon. One is orange and white. One is for sneezes and sniffy noses, and one tastes a bit like fish. One is white and plump and long, and one is diamond pink. Pills, these pills, and she takes her fill. ©️ Misky 2020 for dVerse quadrille #97 (Fill)
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Wordle #442
Singing in Time He smirked, said the future was in the clouds, that it’d come down on a person like a shower of rain. Then he murmured something about demons’ fire scores the skin, so I learned to sing in time with church bell chimes, my sins churned away with a breath and a raspy…
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Sonnet from Deconstructed Haibun
Moon Dog (sonnet from deconstructed haibun) My dog dreamt she chased the moon. It filled her head with sky by night. By day she soaked in long wet grass, and ran between light and gravity. She left us in deepest winter light, left our lives much too quiet. Last night I dreamt my dog was…
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