Month: Apr 2022

• A Triolet: On Danes Hill

  

  On Danes Hill The thought of being on that hill,in that wind as hard as marble . . . it’s such a thick and smitten chill,the thought of being on that hill. Fingers cold, nose so froze untilmy every word is icy garble. The thought of being on that hill,in that wind as hard as…

  Misky

  Apr 2, 2022

  Poetic Forms, Poetry

  poem forms, Poetry, triolet

• Glo/NaPoWriMo: Day 1

  

  Written as prose: The Fall When old women fall, they lose their voice. Their legs go funny angles, all catawampus like Bambi on that frozen lake. And when they call for help, their voice shrinks, an echo in their porous bones, a wobble sound that no one hears . . . . . h.h.h.help. And…

  Misky

  Apr 1, 2022

  #apoemaday, napowrimo, PA, Poetry

  glopowrimo, napowrimo

• 31.03.22 Stream of Consciousness

  

  Hum It’s Bees.Like when I walkedpast the laurels.Bees.A roiling key of F. Call it humming.Buzzing.Whatever. It buildscrescendo fright. So would you,if you’d steppedin a nest of mud waspswhen you’re 8. Electric toothbrushesall sound likepissed-off mud wasps. Sketch by Pieter Bruegel the Elder, The Beekeepers and the Birdnester 1568 on WikiArt. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter

  Misky

  Apr 1, 2022

  #SOCS, Poetry

  #soc, Bees

• GloPoWriMo: Day 1

  

  GloPoWriMo: Day 1 The first half of joy is a wave,rolling in, it curls on itself,soft as lip balm. The second half is the same waverolling out, or summer gone, gone kisses chapped and cracked. For GloPoWriMo Day 1. Inspired by the phrase “The second half of joy is shorter than the first” by Emily Dickinson’s poem …

  Misky

  Apr 1, 2022

  Poetry

  glopowrimo, napowrimo