Category: dVerse
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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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18 May: July in Perugia
July in Perugia Shutters. Narrow balconies boundBy wrought iron and the setting sun.We’re collapsed by heat, and whenRain comes, we listen to its thrum,Me reclined and sleepless on the sofa,Like a Hollywood starlet, who’s pretendingTo seduce the heat of the evening. for dVerse Poets Quadrille “Sleep” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: Perugia from Unsplash.
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18 May: dVerse Compounds
Night Light This is the eye of nightwith its slant blind moon.Light bathes the earthwith mote stars like brightbuds of broken blossoms. dVerse Compound Words: moonlight. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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For dVerse Bon Appétit
A Morning Recipe the pot warmed,just boiled waterno longer a strangerto tea leaves stirredinto the morning. rain drenches half truths into the weather report, clouds squeezed thin of bright clarity, a drift of milkgentle on the brim,sipped from a china cupit’s a comfort scentlike toasting bread. starlings have returned, tearing the grass, beaks of knives…
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dVerse Stages of Grief
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dVerse Quadrille #151
A Little Night Noise What is thatbuzz in my ear. That static in my head. White noise and nightgownsand old womenwho can’t sleep fromthe noise. Rattling hisseslike an old iron poton the boil. Just pour me intoa silent pocket of night. Written for dVerse Quadrille #151 “static” Image from Wikiart, Shape and Noise of Motorcyclist by Giacomo Balla,…
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dVerse: Name of the Rose is Sylvia
Sylvia Says … in my dreamsI am quietaerialfull of secrets and my eyesare opensleep is thin and light.Dreams, too light of promise. And don’t tell your secretsto a dream, she says.Rearrange them like featherslike a madness. Sylvia saysher dreams are starved eyesthat stoleall her secrets. And Sylvia believesthe world is flat. for dVerse “Name of…
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dVerse Quadrille #150: Chalk
The Crumbling Chalk Cliffs of Sussex I’m standing hereon this wind-swept headland,parts of it worn awayby Atlantic storms.Torn.Renewed.Replaced.Time-slips into geography.It’s old bones behaving badly,these crumbling chalk cliffs.It’s the nation’s chalkboardto all those who sail ourindistinguishable thoughtsbetween words. dVerse Poets: Written for De’s #150 44-word Quadrille, including the word Chalk, and Twiglet #275 “word of words” ©Misky…
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5.04.22 dVerse Quadrille Season
Forgive Me Your Plums In the tight centre offlesh pressing its flesh,a rough skin stone waitsin this small yellow plum.It inspires poetry, it’s cold,straight from the icebox.It’s the season for Post-it notes,for sweet plums whose stonesare tight-wound in its rug. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille Monday. Inspired by William Carlos Williams,”This Is Just to Say”…
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dVerse Haibun Monday
A View of the Cherry Tree in Moonlight The cherry tree is kissed by moonlight, it wakes as I sleep, as silver slides between its limbs, as my heart gently knocks against my ribs like uneven stairs. It wakes me from soundlessness and breathing, and even in first hours after midnight, I see moonbeams spread…
