Category: #apoemaday
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Day 24: Miz Quickly’s Bones
The New & Improved Dictionary of Skeletal Anatomy occipital: a vehicular roundabout in England occipital protuberance: the centre mound in a roundabout with low-growing trees to prevent people driving straight on superior articular: a very well spoken person, sort of like Stephen Fry clavicle: a tidal flat, or possibly a frying pan head of humerus:…
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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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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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Twiglet #225
Off the Wall with a White China Mug Last spring, sitting on the patio,sun bouncing off the brick wall.Milky coffee in a white china mug. There was smoke in the wind.Bonfire, you said, but it was the pub burning down. for Twiglet #225 “white china” Photo by Ben Kolde on Unsplash Shared with @Experimentsinfc…
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Day 30 NaPoWriMo 2021
Day 30: I. Napowrimo: a directions poem, II. PA AprilPAD: Goodbye poem, III. The Poeming “They Were“. And that, my friends, is the end of April’s NaPoWriMo and Found Poetry Challenge and Writer’s Digest Poem-a-Day. I hope you’ve enjoyed the month. I.Just Over There It’s just over there, I said, butif you keep your left…
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Day 29 NaPoWriMo 2021
Day 29: I. Napowrimo, a window view, II. PA’s AprilPAD an evening poem, III. The Poeming Are There Birds In Heaven I.Some Windows Don’t Close I’m wearing my mother’s pearls.I can feel her around my throat. She put excuses into our public narrative,an excuse for his behaviour, or maybean excuse for why she stayed and stayed. She had…
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