Category: dVerse
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dVerse Quadrille #105
Slip Sliding There’s a landslip at Viking Bay. First the garage went. That was Sunday. The landowner said he moved his car, thinking the garage might collapse. Monday, the garage, the house, and the fishpond fell into the sea. His neighbour says she’s not going anywhere. for dVerse Quadrille #105 “Slip” ©️ Misky…
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dVerse Haibun
There’s this painting by Piet Mondrain, reminds me of PacMan. Makes my think the whole image should move in robotic jerks and jolts. Sounds effects, too. Tic.Tic.Tic.Tic. Inching left, right, up, down. Tic.Tic.Tic.Tic. Or maybe more like Space Invaders. I played that on a tiny black & white telly at my cousin’s house. He had…
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20 May: dVerse Poetics
I Escaped … into greens. into shaded limbs of silent sage and noisy limes. beech buttressed the sky, and I was lost, stitched into queen anne’s lace and elderberry creams. scent played me, teased as scotch pine warmed the air. I escaped myself, if just for that moment. for dVerse “a portal” ©️…
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Quadrille #104
These Mad Mad Days The sun shifts over these mad mad daylight hours. Lovers never long for morning, the sun rising, thirsty as salt. Hot. No use asking why fire is hot. And I keep thinking, I’ll go fishing; that’ll fix all this. Life is an invisible scar. for dVerse Quadrille 104 “Fix”…
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for dVerse & Twiglet #176
Two Views from the woods from the lake that was the view from her bed. she woke with savaged hair and a thumping head, the sun was a knife in her blue fire eyes. and the trees from the woods by the lake with a view of her bed laughed at what she did all…
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Quadrille for dVerse
We Dance We are intricate velvet. We are a dance at the altar. A river of our silly misfortunes. We move. We dance. Like the cold oak. Like red calla lilies. The river is the dance. And the sun cried out for respite, for Evening! Evening! for dVerse Quadrille “Silly” 44 words. This…
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AprPAD: Day 21
Tabula Rasa There was a word in my head for all of this. Sunrise that greets another day. A farewell to night and sleeplessness. A dog dreaming in the sun. Dust rising, falling in the wake of your moods like flushed pink apple blossoms almost drowning. for dVerse Quadrille 102 Flush https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616005135045410816/found-on-21-april/embed NaPoWriMo Day 21:…
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dVerse Quadrille #101
Unravelling Without Explanation Draw closed your curtains in my dreams, where satin stones skip on shallow bones. Tongues of falling stars, they ignite spinning tunes that shelter tumbling notes. Pluck my ticking clock. Draw me close into your folds, come near and sit weary-sorrow next to me. dVerse Quadrille #101 “Close” ©️ Misky…
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AprPAD: 2 April
SPACES I. There’s a small space on my desk where a calendar sits. It takes up the whole year. II. There’s a space between my teeth that used to catch bits of meat so I became vegetarian. III. Move over. Give me some space, and let me grow, said the acorn to the oak. A…
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A Poem in the Style of Raymond Garlick
ON BOGNOR BAY A Poem in the Style of Raymond Garlick Bognor Bay divided into two tongues. A spit of shingle tossed by salty lips, and a broad flat of sand where the wind sung high to seagull cries. Riggings rang on a whispering breeze, woodwind tunes and sea- borne souls. Restless feet floundered upon…
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