Month: May 2021
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dVerse Haibun
Yes, Of Course, The Lesser Periwinkle I’m sitting in the damp evening air, rain still dripping from the leaves, and my ear catches the sound of small bone animals in the Vinca Minor (there was a time when I couldn’t recall its proper name – now I can’t recall its common name, although I’m sure…
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Miz Quickly’s Catch & Release #1
Finds in a Sketch There were shirtsleeves rolled upand muscles tight and pressed,and somewhere in the distancelions roared their same complaint,a sound that seemed soft as velvet. Then the pulling and shifting, andthe circus tent came down, floating, a cloud of dusty dry summer, a risingcurtain that nature couldn’t suppress.The game was up. The work…
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A Very Short da-Dum Waltz
A Very Short da-Dum Waltz when time wasyoung,and the starshungbright in oursky,we’d dip andrise,dance my man, rollto a silver star stroll The last two lines are like the twirly bit (or something). Written for dVerse Poets “A poem to Waltz-time” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Mothering
Mothering and when there wasno birth in her, andjoy was beyondher skill,she looked beyondher ills, anddressed herself inadoption. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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A Quadrille for dVerse Poets
The Overnight Rain It lingerson the bright morning.A slight shade.From twigs.Branches.From the nape of grass.It fills my nose with wet. The fox wasin the flower pots again.Wounded pansiesstrewnlike stars, anda grasshopper watchedas I rearranged nature. For dVerse Quadrille 44 words, sans title, including “wound”. Shared with @dversePoets and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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A Limerick
Behind Glass there once was a rock from Vesuviuswhose life was extremely luxuriouscradled on silknefarious by ilkto onlookers it was completely oblivious for Fandango’s #FOWC “nefarious” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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for The Sunday Whirl #502
It Might’ve Been Florida But It Wasn’t There was a time when gossip nevertraveled beyond the town limits,and what was published as newswas already known. You might’vestaggered around in extreme heatand humidity as if drunk. Always,summer was a fun-run-carnival until the middle of September. And scandals, they’d lie hard andlong below white cotton sheets,and girls chased…
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B.1.617.2
B.1.617.2 Two jabs, and you thought freedom. Taken in by a different light.Beguiled by scenery and treesand lavender fog overspring green grass. It’s your face you seein the mirror, in high streetwindowpanes, gleaming,filled with sun. Oh, our fatal indifference.Because…
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14 May 2021: Frogs, a Squat, and Clouds
Frogs, a Squat, and Clouds because it croaked,I assume it’s a frog. bauble eyes spying the surface.it’s a peek and wet gush. it’s asstill and steady as a loaf of bread. frogs and bread, both a bit crusty,and given time, licked with green.an off-colour soaked tea bag sheen. it just squats there, a bubble risingfrom…
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