Category: dVerse
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13.02.22: dVerse Pentameter
A Forest Creek When the sundraws close and hot,and your legsache to stretch,and when your headburns scarlet heat,who alonewill cool your browbut me. dVerse Pounding the Pentameter. Photo by Michael Chambers on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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10.02.22: dVerse Quadrille
A View From a Window The kitchen windowoverlooked rosebushesthat nibbled at a lattice frame,until a galeblew the whole thing down,and afterwardswe walked the beach,the sea hurling rocks at our feet,and we brought some home,set them where the rosebushesused to grow. Written for dVerse Poets. Quadrille “nibble”. Image WikiArt: Winter view from our kitchen window in Domobranska 8,…
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1.02.22: dVerse Haibun
Winter Digs In The way dark digs itself out of soil, or the way February always shivers as ice settles on the straight lines and arches of its letters, and the way the sunrise swells, red and sore as neglect, and yet we always expect morning to reign over us with hope and generosity .…
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26.1.22: A Wednesday Haibun
“We’re doubtless as old as our mothers, thousands of generations waiting for the sunlight.”– Sunlight, Jim Harrison I’m as old as my mother, when she was my age. She was long-lived, into her 90s. Her mother was long-lived, too. Her grandmother lived longer than them both. Mum’s mother was married to a dentist. Her grandmother…
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dVerse Quadrille #144
THE SKY IS MIXED WITH BLUE AND BLISS Hello to spring,And my growing soul.Sunshine through the window,And I’m in throws of memory.Your tendrils break the surface,And we hang on tight as you thrashYour way out of winter. Winter, that shiver thatAlways makes me feel alone. dVerse Poets Quadrille #144 “shiver” image is “Breakfast with the Birds”,…
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dVerse: Tuesday Poetics Haibun
The Table of Imaginary Dreams Until we knocked walls down, this was the dining room. Now it’s a bright corner with a heavy oak table, chairs that won’t slide easily under the table when you’re sitting on them. And there, an old milk bottle with a few flowers bending from the stem. Even in winter…
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dVerse Poets: Haibun Celebration
FAIT ACCOMPLI It might be dead, that tree, but we’ll not know until spring, but for now it’s full of winter-hungry chirping birds, and they’ve seen a baby snail climbing the finger of a twisted brittle twig. And that tree is a piccolo trill of celebration as that baby snail becomes a fait accompli. The…
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For dVerse Poets: Starlorn
Why I Miss My Sister Do you remember that summer at the lake,when we decided to sleep outsidebecause the house was too hot. And you say, Yes. Vaguely … and then you look away,up at the sky and the clouds,and you go quiet for at leasta whole long minute, and then you say, What about…
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For dVerse Poets: Quadrille #142
Noodling Isn’t About Pasta I never botherremoving tinselfrom a Christmas tree. It’s impossible, it’s likeremoving a kitefrom a telephone wire. Or catching a troutwith your hands,although I used to be able to do that.Dad taught me –he called it noodling. Yes, it’s absolutely true – noodling. It’s also calling trout tickling. As for the tinsel,…
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dVerse Poetics and Miz Quickly’s Alchemical Elements
British Military Campaign Desk From Burma In threes. Top. 2 side units. Open straight through.Officer’s desk. Heavy as God’s infinite wisdom. Every desk has a lock. Not every lock has a key.Locks. Picked. Opened. Old wood and camphor. A list of names. In sequence. Letters in a drawer.Written in a place too hot. Air disguised…
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