Category: dVerse
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for Miz Quickly’s What the Dog Did
Contradictions I am an upended apple cartI am the cider I am neither sweet, nor sour,but I do bite I fill a glass half fullI am the balance, half emptied I am many people to othersI have been no one but myself I was once youngI will never be too old I once thought I…
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dVerse Quadrille #122
Quite Right Slick Days It’s one of thosequite right slick days. Palms sway their great shoulders,and waves curl, crash and bangtheir weight against my legs. And then I wake up,and it’s still winter. I just want to drive,and keep on going until lunchtime. Image is Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden Of Earthly Delights. Written for dVerse Poets, De’s Quadrille #122…
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16.02.20 dVerse Prosery
A Taste For The Green Stuff I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head, and it was sweet as green, as Absinthe and a sugar cube on a little silver slotted spoon, and as I watched the cold finger of frost draw across my eyes, I was free as…
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for dVerse Quadrille #121
A Hint of Sky Blue There’s a sudden ripin the clouds, as ifone hand pulls from the other, an unclasping,a division,the way winter departs from spring,orleaves fall from limbs. And then the clouds return as one.An embrace. Rejoined.And snow falls again. for dVerse Quadrille #121 “embrace” © Misky 2021
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dVerse’s Eagle Haibun
I’ve seen a raven, seen a crow, seen a robin in the hedgerow. Once saw a hawk, might’ve been a falcon, or maybe a kite, seen lots of pheasants, and a few dead ones on the road, and I’ve seen a dozen starlings strip a cherry tree. But I’ve never seen an eagle, and doubt…
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Hunters in the Snow: A Bird on a Limb
A Bird on a Limb in Hunters in the Snow A bird, the colour of old paint,sings a rusty-hinge tune. Skips a note.Its song has a sticky piano key. The air waits.No reply. No chorus. No riff. There’s a sniff of change in the air.Or is it the bird’s ab lib… A bird, the colour…
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dVerse Quadrille #119
The Dogs of Hunters In The Snow Dogs lead the way in this cold otherworld.Stray to scents, and footprints in snow.Paws dancing dense and cold to frost clear tunes.Iced twigs.Clings to limbs.Same sameness laying a tapestry of white. There’s no sensible heatin this featureless light. dVerse Quadrille #119 “way”. Image…
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dVerse Prosery
Sometimes Sometimes weather flings itself in a tantrum at my feet. Such wild abandon in its reach. And sometimes I am lost in my own deep stare. Deep in the face of angry clouds that flood my sight, deep in rain punctuating the ground with broad, cursive raindrops. Sometimes the great bones of my life…
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dVerse “Personification”
You Will Know It Is Winter When you step outsideinto blind white,and cold comes at you, not as a chill, but as a wall of blinded colour, and frost squealsunder the bite of your boots, and every step fracturesthe sound of snow falling, you will know it is winter. for dVerse “Personification” © Misky 2021. Header image…
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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…
It's Still Life 