Category: dVerse
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for dVerse Prosery
We children had so little, although we always had just enough. Absent parenting, well more like absentminded parented, but Mum and Dad did their best. Mum said it is all about setting the right examples. Her mum was an ice cube, so she was a chip off it (or chipped, or something like that). That…
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Quadrille #99 and Wordle
The Approach The barn door’s open to birds singing, and he comes into view, born out of smooth fog. The floor’s a chill. His damp stirs. Rips the fog, lifts from his heat. He’s a virus. A panic. I felt old enough. I’d just turned twenty. for dVerse Quadrille #99 and Wordle Words…
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Her Fruit
Her Fruit She’s in the corner with the brass and bronze, like a passing thought that takes refuge in wrinkled silks of sweet grape gold and liquid purple. Arranged, liked an orange whose peel scantly exposes juice and fruit — so provocative — and arresting. There for the taking. Her fruit. Her sweet wine. An…
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Quadrille #98
The Peel And again those white chalk cliffs near Dover peeled away and crumbled into the sea. Grief feels that way, the crumbling of it. It tore my heart, and peeled my bones. Raw days in a flood. Its flawed blue horizon is now my familiar. dVerse Quadrille #98 “peeling” (constraint: 44 words)…
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dVerse To Be a Flower
To Be A Daisy Loves me. Loves me not. Her fingers unlock wish after wish, and she says, Absence has made my heart grow fonder — She’s waited out the white months for my return. You wish you may. You wish you might. And my summer days fall all too easy. Pluck me. Cut me.…
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for dVerse MTB
February 1970: Camano Island We started off playing bridge but we couldn’t figure out the rules so as the afternoon slowly spent its hours we all agreed to play pinocle, we sat, crosslegged, two guys on one side of the coffee table, girls on the other, and a bowl of peanuts between us, and I…
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Quadrille #97
Dose One pill tastes of lemon. One is orange and white. One is for sneezes and sniffy noses, and one tastes a bit like fish. One is white and plump and long, and one is diamond pink. Pills, these pills, and she takes her fill. ©️ Misky 2020 for dVerse quadrille #97 (Fill)
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Sonnet from Deconstructed Haibun
Moon Dog (sonnet from deconstructed haibun) My dog dreamt she chased the moon. It filled her head with sky by night. By day she soaked in long wet grass, and ran between light and gravity. She left us in deepest winter light, left our lives much too quiet. Last night I dreamt my dog was…
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dVerse Alliteration Assonance & Consonance
Rivalries Baby babbles Feet are flying Mama murmurs Cooooeeee Sister staring Eyes are glaring She’s Mama’s little girl for dVerse Poets. ©️ Misky 2020
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Quadrille #96
Fevered It’s a fevered dream, you stumble sidewise into a wild place, and you think, God, don’t let me die here, not now, not here, and you ignore that you’re feeling very small, and half ruined, and that’s when your fever breaks into rain. for dVerse Quadrille #96 “Wild” ©️ Misky 2019
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