Category: Found & Remixed
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Day 11 NaPoWriMo 2021
NaPoWriMo: Day 11 – 2 poems: A letter written to a person, and their reply My dearest heroic Mark Antony, I remember the sun so bright that it bleached the days colourless, the ground was wounded, naked and unbending, and it raged at us. We were the ruins of yesterday’s moon. Under what shifting sands…
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Day 10 NaPoWriMo 2021
PA AprPAD “Get “___”, and Napowrimo Day 10: Junk Drawer Poem. Mix a favourite song with the contents of your junk drawer I Got Dragged Away With those wild horses in me,didn’t know they’d drag me away. made a quiet exit with a sleight of hand. one day they’ll pull me back, you said,like a snapped rubber band.…
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Day 9: NaPoWriMo 2021
for I.) dVerse Body and Poetry. My “degradation” is single eye AMD, I. A Slow Degradation It’s hanging silentthat moon.It keeps ignoring you, in the forest,on a hill,shrouded in clouds. I’m blinded by sight. Sightless, butthe truth I…
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Day 8 NaPoWriMo 2021
NaPoWriMo Day 8(written in the style of Spoon River Anthology, E.L. Masters) Misky B. I was born in a clean, bleach-scented hospital after my mother ate a bowl of chilli con carne, and then took a long walk on the sand dunes. I was left in the hospital for a few weeks so my mother…
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Day 7 NaPoWriMo 2021
I.For dVerse Poets: The Insomniac This girl wants a slow dying light,a shallow moment within herself.She extinguishes brightness, a joyous dark rise from the scentof deep sleep. A fall into slowness. To wake from dreams is to be reborn.Candles snuff out their light tothe high rising morning sun, andyou’ll hear her cry of defeat as shewishes…
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Day 3 NaPoWriMo 2021
I.When Lemons Talk A lemon’s voice is a sharp bristled spark.A punch. A fierce argument. Gives yourtongue the hump. Lemon, cold enough to quench August.Lemon, hot enough to cure throaty colds. It puckers. Pulls. It’s a thin lipped laugh,and steals the words from your mouth.It’ll do all the talking, if any’s needed. II. When Lemons…
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Day 2 NaPoWriMo 2021
I.Across the Sea At the end of the pieris a bell that looks likea silver charm. Wind teases the clapper,and its tone leavesmy ears with wingsacross the waves. It passes through light,and travels. I will dothe same, one day. II.These Old Roads Left or rightor straight on,beyond the bridgeor back behind andover Furnace Ridge,it matters…
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Day 1 NoPoWriMo 2021
Poetic Asides Day 1: Introduction to Casual Lapses I.I don’t know where time’s gone.It’s 8-years since we knocked downthe dining room wall. Opened upthe kitchen. Made it all modernwith granite and stainless steel. Replaced the carpets with wood.Believe it or not, I sneeze less. Eight years.Can’t really account for each day,except for when the dog…
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Redacted Plucking At Another Daisy
Plucking at Another Daisy That curiously shrill voice.A peacockpulling long, nervous fingers. She was reckless.So reckless. After all thathissing tragic whisper.And laughing at beginning; the best ending. Plucking another daisy. Source: “The Picture of Dorian Gray”, by Oscar Wilde. Gutenberg Project, Release Date: October 1, 2008 [EBook #26740] http://www.gutenberg.org/files/26740/26740-h/26740-h.htm written for Poets & Storytellers…
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The Poeming’s Found Poetry Challenge
October is found poetry month at The Poeming challenge. The collection of daily posts can be read at https://miskyb.tumblr.com . We’re working from the book “From Dead to Worse” by Charlaine Harris. Copyright 2011 by Orion Publishing Group London. Images are by Pieter Bruegel the Elder and his son, Pieter the Younger, 16th century, and…
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