Category: dVerse
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15 Nov: dVerse Quadrille “Wings”
A Cormorant It moves slowly, its breadthopens up,then comes the flappingand beating of wings,out of the fog bank,an escapee from imprisonment,a release from mist,and it settles on a rotting postin the middle of the salt marsh.A cormorant. for De’s Quadrille “Wings” at dVerse Poets. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image is mine created using AI…
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20 October: A dVerse Kindly Moon
A Kindly Moon it’s an old sight, up therealways dimming the stars,always looking into my window,or gazing down at pools of water.and my dog sits still as a bookend,watching that winter white ball,and she wonders when I’ll throwthat kindly moon so she can fetchit back to the beginning again. for dVerse Poets, the moon. ©Misky 2022 Shared…
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12 October: A Cadralor
Kimchi – (poem form: a cadralor) I.It willBubble and fizzThen jump upAnd bite you. II.Chopped andSalted, and left inBrine, drained and squeezed,Gochugaru pops. III.No silver,No metal shall it touch.Only wood or clayof earth. IV.All nightIn the dark and coldIt lives, it fizzesA lowly burp. V.Wintered inThis chilli wind,There in a vented jar,Fermenting kimchi. Written for dVerse Poets,…
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4 Oct: Tracking dVerse Quadrille
On the Beach On that bright August day I stood before the Atlantic with its slow sloping depths and cliffs and plateaus, where deepest blues are as black as a Merlin’s trick, and as the sea delighted my toes, I watched each wave track along the sand. Artwork is mine, Midjourney rendering. ©Misky 2022 Written…
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27 Sept: dVerse September Song
September’s Song Summer’s deathbed; here comes autumn. It’s an old woman’s bed, where the air yawns wide as ancient oak and its crisp leaves untether, glowing in clingy vicious colours. The soil smells of wet dog, and the forest drips of dew that smells of liniment. Tomato vines hang greyish limp and weary. Pickles sink…
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7 Sept: dVerse Labour
Roofers Dance With Ladders Roofers are built for it – short, compact, muscular. Can you fix it, I ask. Roofers know the sky isn’t blue. Roofers know samurai steel when they twist into the wind. Roofers tango with loose tiles. Roofers dance with ladders. Yes, he says. Easily. dVerse Poets: A quadrille (44 words, sans title)…
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2 September: dVerse Choices
Is It Music or Poetry Musicstirs, formless,a conscious work,like words, vivid fluteor poetic arrow hitting itsmark. for dVerse Poets, “Choices”. Playing with a new form. It needs a name, but for now I’ll call it 4-Square (16 words: 1.2.3.4.5.1) ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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30 August: dVerse Shelter
Storms in a Teacup There was all that thunder, it left the air tight as a strange brew of poison. I pour ginger tea in a shallow cup, my head is not mine, it thumps, and I open the window. Lilac-coolness fills morning’s voice with construction down the street and the rhythm of a lawn…
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28 August: Inside a Dream
A Spark Byfreezing tempest,passion storms. Blazingat beginnings, middles, ends.Its embrace will see usblossoming. For dVerse Poets, an elevenie-acrostic-type poem, each line starting with the words from the phrase “by freezing passion at its blossoming” from Neil Carpathios’s The Kiss. Image is from Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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24 Aug: dVerse Scents
The Scent … of Mum’s best table linen,the long runners, and napkinsstored in Grandma’s rosewood chest,pressed to a razor-edge whilst damp,fouled by the scent of naphthalene,yes, quite toxic, and lavender,not toxic but sickly, and very possiblythose non-drip Christmas candlesthat melted while Mum and Dad argued over whether the turkeywas thoroughly cooked or not.There was always…
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