Month: Feb 2022
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28.02.22 On Washing Dragons
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Watching My eyeis a lonely creature.Watching.Watching as I listento the hum of living.Watchingmy inner shadows.My eyeis dim at its centre.Blindthought crashing against walls.All this ricochetingin my head.What becomes of wakingwhen sleepingis the better part of me.Where is restwhile the clockis full of ticking.Watchingmyself go blind.That eyecasts no shadow.That eyeis a lonely creature. Stream of Consciousness…
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27.02.22: Ten Steps of Grief
Ten Steps of Grief I am small.Prodded by cactus.Peeled down to my lily white.Grief. Rocked and shut.Mental doomscrolling.Sleepless beyond recovery.Eyes of black and white.Light is a crime.Winter’s coldest stones.God marked her rose. Inspired by a prompt at GoDogGo Cafe on the topic of grief. The prompt required a haibun; I took it a different route. Image…
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GoDogGo March Titles #14
And This Storm Is Called Franklin The trees bend,stoop, snap, andthe power’s gone.Candles burnsoft and stiff, wavering side to side,light flickerson yellow wallpaper,against the window,across the walls as wind wandersthe houselike a whisperingwarmth, seeking outits own joy. In the UK, we give destructive storms names. The one that hit us a few days ago was…
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25.02.22: A Poem After “Two Old Ones Eating Soup” by Goya
A Poem After “Two Old Ones Eating Soup” by Goya Held like a leash in his hand,grasped fingers at the expenseof pain and joints. Then a turn of a spoon,and golden broth from bone and stonestouches his lips like a warm kiss. The wonders of triumphfrom a thin clear broth. A bowl of soupon this…
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24.02.22 A Choka Poem
Write Me a Silver Lining The turn of a wordthat ploughs deep as the note ofsharp-toned larks, that word, that coldlike Rostock winters,but we still so love to watchthe breeze writing on birch leaves. Poetic Form: Choka (5.7.7/repeated) Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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23.2.22: Haibun Wednesday
The trouble with Salt And then the sea dawns. Its salt dissolves into salt, into itself. It’s a new day of slow dehydration. A life-long osmosis into dust and dryness. Dry words, dry humour, dried up and wrinkled … wrinkles on thin skinned; wrinkles in plans; wrinkles in love … And the sea’s tongue grates…
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23.02.22 White Bean Soup
White Bean Soup Italy’s in my white iron pot.Bless her,Marcella,and her simplicity. “What you omit is more importantthan what you put in,” she says. No bacon.No ham.No bones.No onions.No carrots.No kale. Soup that stands upand salutes garlic. So, I’m doing a Hazan.Doing her white bean,garlic and parsley soup. It’s soup season.It’s winter. Recipe for Hazan’s White…
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22.2.22: It’s TwoTwoTwoTwo Two Day
Catch Of The Day That fish on crushed icedoesn’t knowits beauty. Doesn’t knowits silver-plated shine. It thinks there’s no gloryin a tail’s slow sway,or lazying throughsea grass and ropey kelp. Where’s the gloryfor a fish on crushed icewhen you’rethe catch of the day. Photo by Jakub Kapusnak on Unsplash ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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23.2.22: Story Problems
A new post is live at That’s No Way To Wash A Dragon. Image is from British Library Medieval Manuscripts, Digital Archive: Illuminations. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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