Category: ekphrastic
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Strike
Lightning Strike It speaks.A voicein the near distance. A sudden visitation oflightning thatvanishes. A flashlike a wanderingthought. It breaks the air. Such are itslibertine ways. And it roars like a lion,then a heartbeat, low and warm. Image is from Unsplash (via their iPhone app). Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky…
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For September’s VV
It Was Once Upon Such A Long Time Ago Long before the fires burnt all the forests,we hung tangerines and lumps of coalfrom Christmas trees, and in December we’d chase about the forest, and my dad,with his shiny axe in hand, chopped downan unmistakably perfect pine tree thatwas as straight as a lighthouse. And, on…
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Published by Visual Verse Anthology
I’m very pleased to be included in Visual Verse’s August Anthology with my poem. There’s an interesting variety of pieces based on an image prompt. I hope you find time to read them. The Dark Side of Gingerbread It’s like the creak of a door whenshe opened a book. Its spinecracking under the weight of…
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Flashback Friday: Assignment 2, Whitman’s Civil War – Writing and Imaging Loss, Death, and Disaster
Trônes Wood: The Somme They expected the heavensto fall. The stars to wail.Expected the nightto rupture white,smite their eyesand pour down ice. They feared their own creation.Now we fear our own forgiveness. We’ve lost their lessonsin long green grass,in wide meadows of rye,and in tin-tune birdsong.Those lessons, too porous,lost on the honour of dead. Years…
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Seventeen Syllables and Some Prose
The clipped wings of prayers still rise through the morning mist and falling raindrops. It is no effort to stay, rooted in the moon’s clatter, in this oily dusk, but when all parts of me are worn out, I’ll be freed to dissolve in the lipped waves of some spacious stream, gone from the green of…
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Mirage: Breaking Enjambment Rules
Mirage (an ekphrastic poem) You’re half asleep, and thenYou’re gone A mirage of leavesA rippled slope Water’s mirror still as Trees spread like fingersTwisted curtains, fog Light and bright Entwined on a breeze I laid out a picnic here once In a mirage Breaking enjambment rules. Image from Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay…
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An Ekphrastic American Sentence
A fine-haired brush swept the sky – it’s a dark painting that’s dying to flood. This is a 17-syllable “American Sentence” which received benefit of linebreaks. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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for VV’s July Ekphrastic Image Prompt
Summer Songs There’s music in us all. The way a song lightensthe step of hiking boots. Lyrical as an adventure,its new sights and soundsbeyond our narrow path. We waved goodbye to ourmamá and papá, setting offinto golden dust of rising sun.Song took them into bluedrifts of clouds. Beyond us, where music strums morningand breezes tease our earswith ancient…
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An Ekphrastic Poem
To Weave Wisdom Sing to the museof oak trees,and ospreys,thunder, and open sky. Weave wisdominto poetry, pour lighton poppied fields, andsalt into the sea. Photo by Geran de Klerk on Unsplash #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Miz Quickly’s Colours
What Do You See I see a spill of cognac,silk and chalky grey,an astral lay andfailing light.Uncorked oak,and an open slack,warming earth, anda morning road for those of faith,a song, and a religious scent. And the remains of a day that chooses us. There’s syrup of autumn,turmeric flesh,a poem for Poe…
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