Category: dVerse
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A dVerse Quadrille
I Am In The Shadow of highbrick archeswalls ofchipped stuccorendering heated dust rainingfrom bellspealing namesof vanished saintsand talesof moonstruckswallowscoaxed fromnesting cliffsswift as lighton wingsthat cutclouds and sky.our shadowswere justflutteringlips. for dVerse Poets, Quadrille Monday “Swift” and 44 words sans title. © Misky 2021 Image WikiCommons California State Archive. A poem based on recollections of a…
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For Twiglet #216
The Strong Arm Water He’s the strong arm of water.A river at night. We move around the fringe of fewand plenty words. Breathe hard as frozen rainthat sticks to skin. And we drain the river. written for Twiglet #216 and dVerse “Edges and Fringes” Image from Flickr, Creative Commons © Misky 2021
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dVerse Edges
Various Degrees of Blur My pencil whorls. Gone are the edges.The sharpness erased. Roof tileshide under moss. Stones hide the curve of hills. Grass flattensunder the weight of tyres. A shadow denies its edge. And my fingerspush back the second hand, as the hours spin. for dVerse Poets “Edges and Fringe” #1 & 2 ©…
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dVerse Haibun: Memory Lane
The Straight Of It It might’ve been 1952. Or 3. It was certainly summer. I remember wearing cotton shorts and a sleeveless top. It’s hot. The sun stings my arms. I’m barefoot, walking on a narrow brick path that always feels cool and slightly wet against my toes. It leads from the back door down…
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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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