Category: dVerse
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17 January: dVerse Prosery (Flash Fiction)
Stitched Up We measured moody clouds by hand widths, and when we bored ourselves of that, we played cops and robbers. We pointed fingers at each other, and then blew smoke off our fingertips. You made siren sounds. I was the bad guy. It was always me falling down dead. And Mum sat on the…
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13 January: dVerse Found Poetry
Her Cabbage Patch Windermere peaks are a perfect place to cry, I tell her. And she is. We’re eating breakfast, and can I hear the clock tick as haired seeds of dandelions fly, curl on itself, soft as lip balm. We are not poor, but in these times, we live as though we are, so…
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10 January: “Bold” Quadrille #44
Croak He keeps skinny tadpoles in a pickle jar, in there wiggling around, ink black, and legless. He plucked them from a bell loud pond where hundreds of them were born, again and again. And a big frog with palpable grievance boldly croaks. And croaks. Written for De’s dVerse Poets, Quadrille 44 “Bold”. AI Digital…
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4 January: dVerse Listening
Chesapeake Shores In the elsewhere of brightness and dark, rumble strip clouds are filled with quick talons and wings, and the sea-rippled calm from this serial view is not lost on the silence of God. Written for dVerse Poets. AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4) Image and poem ©Misky 2023. Shared on Twitter #amwriting
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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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