It's Still Life

Tabula Rasa

There was a word
in my head for all of this.

Sunrise that greets another day.
A farewell to night
and sleeplessness.

A dog dreaming in the sun.

Dust rising,
falling in the wake
of your moods like

flushed pink apple blossoms
almost drowning.

for dVerse Quadrille 102 Flush

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NaPoWriMo Day 21: “homophonic translation” using Poetry International

The Voyage

That it landed,
ship of lingering hemlock,
that floated thick on seas,
and from where I stand
in torn jib,
freed,
where lest I’ll come.

PA Day 21: Anti Love Poem

My Anti-Love Poem

For the life of me,
I cannot write a love poem
that isn’t laughable
or sticky-sickly-sweet,
and I don’t do
sticky-sickly-sweet because
my husband is diabetic.

©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.