Month: Apr 2020
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AprPAD: Day 22
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616105787445723136/found-on-22-april for PA Quirky Eye Eye That left eye that droops a little bit more every year, the one with the spotty centre vision. Damn is the definition. for Napowrimo Day 22: Use an idiom Les carottes sont cuites! (The Carrots Are Cooked) Those winter months, always a surprise. How light scatters through the…
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AprPAD: Day 21
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 https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616005135045410816/found-on-21-april NaPoWriMo Day 21:…
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AprPAD: Day 20
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615907648173408256/found-on-20-april NaPoWriMo Day 20: write about a handmade gift That’s the Size of It On the wall is a piece of paper. The grandkids traced their hands. Ethan and Emma’s hands are the same size. Luisa’s hand is smaller than Emma’s thumb. Nico wasn’t in the picture yet. That was 2-years ago. I need…
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AprPAD: Day 19
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615827293974216704/found-on-19-april A Poem Starting with A Line from John Prine Song It’s half an inch of water, and you think you’re gonna drown. That’s what happened when I mistook your bump for an embrace. In the future, I self-resolve to keep a self-distance, leaving me howling-lonely, like a light fixture without its bulb.…
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AprPAD: Day 18
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615735008008781824/found-on-18-april Ars Poetica on Purposes A poem is a sunrise. An awakening like a sip of a mango lassi. A poem is a surprise like cold ice cream on a hot August day. This poem is none of these things. It’s a work in progress, waiting to escape. …
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AprPAD: Day 17
The Quick Brown Fox … … jumps over the lazy dog. Dad said every woman should know how to cook, and type. I’m learning to type, and The quick brown box jumps … sometimes I want to kiss Mark. He sits in the 3rd desk of row 2 in my Typing II class. He’s in…
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AprPAD: Day 16.1
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615582627031810048/found-on-16-april-after-dinner ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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AprPAD: Day 16
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615551871101321216/found-on-16-april-before-lunch The Last Circle Still Spinning all around him falling gold, leaves falling nowhere. it’s all very very. falling on a familiar face. do you remember the scent of that burnt ash-blown summer? blackbirds blown away on a trembling tune. I watched it on telly. tomorrow is as bright as autumn’s blue sky,…
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AprPAD: Day 15
you catch a rush of hot air, a glimpse of a field yellow grass . . . flick flick of the windshield wipers “Luck changes dreams,” he said, and he hugged his knees For “The Poeming”. Found source: “Jurassic Park” by Michael Crichton, Arrow Books, Random House, copyright 1991. Images from the Japanese…
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AprPAD: Day 14
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615369328131555328/found-on-14-april Three American Sentences I. aged, with just a hint of a fizz. she was a sleeping volcano. II. like bone-weary; like an old volcano that only kept a wee fizz. III. I always liked Sylvia Plath; she knew her way around blackberries. for Twiglet #172 and Poetic Asides Day 14: Forms III. inspired…
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