Month: Jan 2021
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for Twiglet #209
The Screen Door Slammed Behind Him He left the neatly mown rural grass,and the whispers outside along withthe crows calling from their nests. Then he turned left into the kitchen,and threw his coat over the doorknob. There used to be a peg to hang coatsbehind the door, but it fell out, in muchthe same way…
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dVerse Object Poem
This Is Not A Man this is not a man,this is morning’s image.daybreak.a robin’s song. sweet tea.this is a sea blue wave.old spice.this is the first kiss of the day. this is a shoelace,tied to my skin.a mortal eye, a pen of truth.night’s curtain. this is not a man.this is my husband. for dVerse: write…
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Double Quadrille (88 Words) for dVerse Poets
Bruegel Narrates Hunters in the Snow Down by the stony roadwhere the trees growsnowy twigs, and the frozencreek babbles in its bafflingstring-like voice, and tinyflickering candles defythe winter gloom from thatchedroof houses, and the north windscrapes an alto low moan from God’s own rudder-spiked mountains that spill chills on the good brothersof the monastery, whereonly…
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9 January 2021: Frog Talk
Frog Talk it’s that sound thatimitates a voice that frowns,or maybe it just sings out noise, if anything at all. shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
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The Breaker Boys of Pit #9
The Breaker Boys at Pit #9 This is the way of it, dust in his lungs. He spends the nightdrunk on boyhood and early old age, falling to pieces, like astone under a hammer. photo US Library of Congress, Flickr Commons, Public Domain, “Breaker Boys at Pit #9” Pittston, PA, circa 1900. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay…
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Redacted Plucking At Another Daisy
Plucking at Another Daisy That curiously shrill voice.A peacockpulling long, nervous fingers. She was reckless.So reckless. After all thathissing tragic whisper.And laughing at beginning; the best ending. Plucking another daisy. Source: “The Picture of Dorian Gray”, by Oscar Wilde. Gutenberg Project, Release Date: October 1, 2008 [EBook #26740] http://www.gutenberg.org/files/26740/26740-h/26740-h.htm written for Poets & Storytellers…
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for PB Prompt #319
Prison Break It would be a kindness.Crate up this contamination,warehouse it. For our sake. The end of these months.It would be a kindness,to sing away what devils us. Songs returning in pricksand particles to our ears.It would be a kindness. prompted by Poetic Bloomings “New Year” #319, and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter …
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5 January 2021: A Haibun for dVerse
The Acropolis Physic Gardens There are no gardens in the ancient Agora of Athens, just weeds striding proud through the stoney ruins. We sit amongst ancient silence with a wide glance of the world. Here, with its endings, where history began. our voices traveleyes half open to winter’sicy fingers for dVerse Haibun “Beginnings” and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on…
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For VV January 2021
It Always Smells Like Rain Here I remember Mum always read mebedtime stories. My favourite wasabout teddy bears and a picnic. But this story isn’t about that. This story is about a boy who’d lookinto the sun and see butterfly shapes,and was fascinated by hell’s breathlessinferno at the nuclear power plant. Hewanted nothing in life,…
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4 January 2021: Somewhere In the Past
Somewhere In The Past We were into masks that year.We were all eyes. waiting tomix with the sky, and outside, every day, church bells rang.It was cold though it might’ve been green, too.Hedgerows grew. Daffodils swayed,tall as a congregation of choristers.We stayed close to home, and we walked alone in open spaces.Called it safety. Safe…
It's Still Life 