Category: #apoemaday
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Day 2 NaPoWriMo 2021
I.Across the Sea At the end of the pieris a bell that looks likea silver charm. Wind teases the clapper,and its tone leavesmy ears with wingsacross the waves. It passes through light,and travels. I will dothe same, one day. II.These Old Roads Left or rightor straight on,beyond the bridgeor back behind andover Furnace Ridge,it matters…
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Day 1 NoPoWriMo 2021
Poetic Asides Day 1: Introduction to Casual Lapses I.I don’t know where time’s gone.It’s 8-years since we knocked downthe dining room wall. Opened upthe kitchen. Made it all modernwith granite and stainless steel. Replaced the carpets with wood.Believe it or not, I sneeze less. Eight years.Can’t really account for each day,except for when the dog…
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Miz Quickly’s Word List #2
The Quilt When her husband died she torehis shirts into tiny squares andstitched the squares together again. She made a quilt to cover the bedwhere she and her husband slept. All’s fair where there’s small love.She turned her grief to art. Unpicking her grief, restitching it with death it’s-natural tonal thread as she coped with…
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For International Women’s Day: IWD 2021
When Life Closes In Take a look at where you’ve been.Look to your roots. As with my mother. She wore a ladybird pin on her collar.Dress or blouse. If there wasn’t one, she sewed a collar on it. And belt loops.A belt reminds you to hold your belly in. That’s what she said. She had…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 21: Repurpose
A Poem Starting with a Line by Stephen Yenser Drip Nervy, sparrow-like,hair receding,watery eyes,milky brown,tinny squeal in one ear,hooked nose like a hose that’s dripping,thickened wrist,her watch stopped ticking,she’s counting days,ignores the years,a small child’s voice in her head she hears. Written to prompt by Miz Quickly “Repurpose” Day 21. Inspired by the poem Preserves by Stephen…
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Miz Quickly Random Gutenberg
Accidental Material Their words are perhaps as old asrace or religion or records, it’s alltold in strings of remote episode. Winners write the story of thishorse’s opera. This jejune tale ofpast and present and future. His world is a pictorial, andhe is an accident of material.He flourishes in this tapestry. He is the thread and…
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Mining with Miz Quickly
A Stinker Looking back,I remember his zigzag complexionas being well traveled, the folds of his necksmelled like Comté cheese,or old potted mushrooms, and he lingered in the air long afterhe’d left. A hairpin of a man, white-gloved, cornichon fingers,and a potato-honeyed nose thatpoured in the cold clear breeze. The man was such a stinker. A…
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for Miz Quickly’s American Dance #1
A Dance Into the Well Beyond We’ll dance over the sun,amongst the weeds and red dust, dance with the backdoor hangingon one hinge. We’ll dance light as a butterfly’s wing.Dance our way into a sunset’s throat. A beat on our senses,that drum-tap,plucked like a strut,skirts in a twirl,hand-fanning music,feet feathering the beat. We’ll dance amongst…
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20 Syllable Micro-Poetry
The Chills Deep inside a fever,he dreamt of a cold blind white place whereit was always winter. for @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
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dVerse Object Poem
This Is Not A Man this is not a man,this is morning’s image.daybreak.a robin’s song. sweet tea.this is a sea blue wave.old spice.this is the first kiss of the day. this is a shoelace,tied to my skin.a mortal eye, a pen of truth.night’s curtain. this is not a man.this is my husband. for dVerse: write…
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