Month: May 2022
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31 May: Some Days
Some Days A seagull landed on my roof.It looked around and around.Doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a lighthouse though. Some days I’m a lighthouse.Some days I’m the sea.Some days I want to drown,and I confuse myself when I float. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: Drowned by Vasily Perov, Original Title: Утопленница, date: 1867
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30 May: An Erasure Poem
A Nod to Not Listening A frail old manstoodstaring out. He looks awful.Eyes sunkenand dark. Skin like mayonnaise. He nodded at dying,We’re not listening, he said. Image: by F. Goya, An Old Man and a Monk. from the Black Paintings series. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter.…
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29 May: Three Line Thursday
I.Now that I havea perfect reply,say that again. II.In a chairsat by a sunny windowit’s another day. III.I had but that one. Black. Vinyl. Grooved.Scratched mid-song. Skip.Skip.Repeat.Skip.Teddy Bears’ Picnic. By heart, I’d repeat each word. For Three Line Thursday. Three lines; max 10 words each line. “playback” #TLT shared with @inkinthirds on Twitter. ©Misky 2022
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28 May: A Sevenling
Where the Rain Falls Up there on the north sideof the house where moss clingsemerald thick on the roof tiles, and where the grey lead guttersbroaden into thirsty throats for rainand sag from the pressing years, I found a rebellious daisy growing. Poem form: A Sevenling. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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27 May: A Contrapuntal Poem
Entanglement The air is breathing softly,and I hear last night’s rain fallingthrough the trees. An umbrella sky. Itstands as tall as sunflowers. And sunshine,so I hang out the bedlinen andwhite cottons to dry on the line. A small miscalculation. A bird has flown into the clothesline.Don’t we all make them. Our direction. Lost. The needle…
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26 May: GoDogGo Haibun
Inside Himself He’s happy. The Lego piece fits. That piece, which sat waiting, abandoned at the corner of the table in that space which bears his invisible question mark, well that piece now fits into the whole of it. And then, Oh man! he says, as a small red block with one nipple falls off,…
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24 May: A dVerse Summer Haibun
A robin’s on the fence, facing the neighbours garden, waiting for worms or bugs or both. I’m cutting chives to garnish cooked eggs. Hello there, I say as if a bird gives a tick about good manners and idle pleasantries. But to my surprise, it turns and stares at me. Its feathered breast is the…
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24 May: dVerse Corvid
A Very Unpleasant Poem I once saw a magpiesteal the eye of a lamb.Left it lame and blind,and in a fence entwined.The shepard’s dog sat watchall night that very spot.It waited for that magpie –soon in its mouth was caught. For dVerse Poets. Ingrid asks for a corvid poem. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image…
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24 May: A Mirroring
This a mirrored response to Debi’s Troiku haiku collection (with her permission). Debi’s is first; mine follows; it’s italicised. I encourage you to read Debi’s entire piece, it’s a beautiful poem. A Mirroring Pushing through the blindsyour photograph by the bedmy consolation. It collects my dustYour photograph by the bedLight splicing the blinds The rising sun flingsmy dreams…
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23 May: Portrait of a Fly
For Bushboy’s Monday Portrait. Bushboy’s Monday Portrait. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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