Category: dVerse
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7 March: dVerse Quadrille
On The Dock It’s winter. Thin snow,air bright, wind sings in the rigging.Scent of dieselhangs in shadows, fishing boats,engines throblike labouring hearts. Seagullseager for talk, they watchfish gliding from nets, slappingand gasping on the dock, and shining like cold stars. Written for dVerse Quardille #171 “gasp”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky…
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1 March: dVerse Mezzaluna
A Mezzaluna Haibun Mezzaluna up there, catching errant clouds on your hook. Up there, a chill on souls rising from where western stars move both heaven and earth. For a day, cut and sliced on a bias, night’s fabric and dress, then redressed each month. Full and blousy. Waning and waxing. Sadness and joy, pale…
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24 February: dVerse Quadrille #170
In Tune Did you hear musicon the edge of wind? When it whistledthrough stiffened twigs.When it thumped andbumped, and drummedan ache into your heart.When it chiseled throughice and made you shiver. Did you hear the musicdeep inside you? Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #170 “music”. Quadrille is 44-words sans title. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney.…
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23 February: Nest – A Cinquain
Nest – A.I. Cinquain with A.I. Artwork Nested twigs. Winter’s damp chill weave. A peregrine’s cup. dVerse Poets wanted A.I. poetry, but most attempts were stilted and unsatisfactory. Poem Generator UK offered something I could work with. It required considerable tweaking though before it hung together sensibly. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023…
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23 February: for dVerse Poets
First kiss. At 10, I suppose. His name. Craig. His father made dentures for a living. Craig gave me a ring, the colour of healthy gums. The engagement was short-lived. He kissed me. Slid his hand over my stomach. Then upward. So I punched him. In the nose. And I kept the ring. Written for dVerse…
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7 February: dVerse Quadrille
Up There It’s an albino moon, white toothed, sleepy grinned. Pricking at stars as they’re born and burn away, old ones plunge and die. We watch them carry our hearts, wrack and ruin our second thoughts, and that moon’s staring button-eyed at us while we weep. Written for dVerse Quadrille 44-words, sans title, “stars”. AI Digital…
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25 January: dVerse Grandmothers
Granny Eunice Granny says she’ll give mea dish of tonguesif the screen door slams. The screen door slams. Fly paper swingsand snags sunny yellowin the summer breeze. Bacon’s fryingin curls and shrinks.Spits. The flame jumps. Granny’s arms are dressedin skin and flour.Butter on her cold fingers. It’s a blessing to a baker, she says. Scones.…
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24 January: dVerse Quadrille
Winter Garden Winter’s moon leavesa slick of ice, agonybedded on the leaves. Touched by silence. The garden shinesstiff as starched sheets. The roses buriedwhere music has gone quiet. Summer was once herewith secret perfumes thatflew the air on iced wings. for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #168 “Ice”. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4).…
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20 January: A Dream Again
A Dream Again Like a feather, or the grey shadeof a tree. I’m falling into myself,dropped and tossed into a dream. And I’m telling my sister thatlife’s all or nothing. And she’s quoting scripture at me,as if she’s a chip off an angel, saying Jesus fed them bread and fishes. And I’m thinking is the…
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18 January: dVerse Winter
A Black Bare Twig I am whiteness and droning drear,woolly and wet,a slipped cold mask,a drumming ear. Huddle ’round your woodburners,seek that whirring fanof warmth against your skin. Garb your hat and scarf and socks.I am the ice underfoot,your skates cutand track my spine, your children embed me with laughter.I am a dark galaxy,winter’s chariot.Gather…
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