Category: #apoemaday
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Another One Falls
Another One Falls Another one falls to soaped windows Graffiti’d boards Boys and girls schools are closed Beer cans tossed Hope, no hope, there’s shooters on the road Tricks on skateboards Tricks with pimps We’re breathing air that makes us sick for Fandango’s One Word Challenge “Falling”. I went with the word “Falls”
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27 August: A Small Ache
A Small Ache Summer has lost a friend.Slipped and tipped over like dominoes,or the soft sorrow of roses, forfend.Summer has lost a friend.Lost its bird song and country lane’s end,and its sweetness of hedgerows.Slipped and tipped over like dominoes,summer has lost a friend. . Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Published by Visual Verse Anthology
I’m very pleased to be included in Visual Verse’s August Anthology with my poem. There’s an interesting variety of pieces based on an image prompt. I hope you find time to read them. The Dark Side of Gingerbread It’s like the creak of a door whenshe opened a book. Its spinecracking under the weight of…
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Here
Here I belong to thesesmall latitudes andlongitudes.This is home.My familiar horizon.An easy refreshment.I have a house with its ownover-the-lane neighbours.It’s tame here.It’s real.Occasionally monotonous.And I’ve decidedthat this is as faras I wish to go. Written to prompt: Fandango’s One Word Challenge (“include Real”) Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay and #FOWC on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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29 July: 20 Pieces of a Poem
Piece #3: The One With Five Senses He comes from a family that rations affection, not that they’re cold or unfeeling, and he always assumes he’s loved even though it’s not put in so many words. There’s no diabetes from sweetness, that’s for sure, and they all possess a firm grip, a baker’s grip, no…
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for Twiglet #237
Puppet Dance Puppet toy,boy embodied on a string. Almost human, his hop and dance.Mimicked madness as the lights dim and the strings fall off. Such a pale and wan display,a wordless apparition as he runs wild off the stage. It’s a swarm in a storm. Written for Twiglet #237 ‘Wooden Puppet’. Photo by Jose Francisco Morales on Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay…
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dVerse Quadrille #132
Roll On After the icicles thawed,and damp left the basementthrough open windows,I remember wondering what happened to winter,I’ve no clear memories of it. Sometimes I’m like a stream,not knowing where I’ve come fromor where I’m going. I justroll on. Quadrille for dVerse Poets, including the word ‘stream‘. Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash . Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter …
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24 July 2021: This Is Not a Diary #SoCS
Stream of Consciousness Saturday, 24 July I’m in the gardenbefore the rain starts again.Cutting rosesfor the kitchen windowsill, and a fistful of parsley. Cod with parsley sauce tonight.Mum’s old vase for the roses,tarnished, blueish, needs a polish. But not now. The parsley is washed.Sand and soil settlein the washbowl, not many insects,and no spray used…
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Here We Nap
Here Where the Heat Is Here, where heat seepsthrough stones,and shadows wedgeinto the hours, and air hangs spareand paper thin,here we napin near-dead sleep. I’ve recycled the phrase near-dead sleep because that’s the way a nap feels in 33.6° heat. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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22 July: 20 Pieces of a Poem
Piece #2: The One That’s Preposterous He thinks of his mum when he eatssliced white bread, the sort that stickson the back of your front teeth. Ida, that’s his mum’s name. If she hada middle name, he didn’t know it.Probably didn’t much care. A namewouldn’t change his side of the view. Ida baked a loaf…
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