Month: Apr 2024
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7 April: NaPoWriMo
A Double Fibonacci Sequence Poem Nature likes to hide itself. ~ Heraclitus Italladds upSubtract rainand chill of winterand add spring’s flush of white blossomedblackthorn, and then add the warming earth plus fiddleheads addredfor loveof tulip’sto the wanton witof squirrels, and birds making nestsand then watch the hungry caterpillars multiply. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day7 “Epigraphical” as a…
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7 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
7 April page 68.3 Truth walks all paths, upon a line, thin as a reed, petals countless upon a path to unfold. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced…
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6 April: NaPoWriMo
The Man Who Made Besoms I know a man, although I don’t think you ever know a man like him, who lived in a boathouse on the lake. He was stick-willow thin, hair wild and the colour of fire, he loved walking in razor-blade-like-rain. Had a beard the colour of grey mould. He spent his…
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6 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
6 April page 68.2 Your wellspring rises to the sea into the depths of your eyes. Like the sea, it is measureless. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced…
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5 April: A Three Stanza Fibonacci Sequence Poem
A Three Stanza Fibonacci Sequence Poem From the Oracle’s Randomly Generated Words Thewind’ssingingwith our skin,storms like you and I,forests from one whispering sky, Moonspraysmooth asdiamonds,together we havethe sea’s language of life and death. YouandI saidsleep stills time.Together we haveforests from one whispering sky, Process notes: The typical fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem…
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5 April: NaPoWriMo
My Sister Doesn’t Write Poems When we were small, we shared the same bed. Grew up watching silver trout in the stream behind the house. Played with bubbles in the sunshine. Bound ourselves to wishes and love and each other. And she’d say things like harvesting a field of wheat just leaves a starving pattern,…
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5 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
5 April page 66.2 It is within you to heal, a dream fashioned of clay and a song to burn your lips. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced…
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4 April: NaPoWriMo “titles”
A Low Bench View How the massive and age-old chalk Breaks the sea’s penetrating rake Of this sceptre and emerald isle. How the light from winter’s lazy sun Pricks and twirls the water’s skin Where a churchyard edges our abyss. How its colours are spinning vertigo Of yellow, blue, white sand and pebbles. How time…
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4 April: A Thursday Door
Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my holiday snaps and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on X @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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4 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
4 April page 66.1 Understand the stones in your heart. Stand in the sun’s daily joy when fields are winter. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from the…
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