Category: Found & Remixed
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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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Perfecting A Stare
An American Sentence for Toni, inspired by the Found poem “Stare” below. I. Within our house of stone and wood, down the road we stare. We sit. We stare. II. (variation) Day 65: I Think It’s Wednesday The wall is loosening. We are still closed in. In the house. Of stone. Of wood. Stare […]
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AprPAD: Day 30
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616828788908720128/found-on-30-april To follow: 1. Something that returns: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-6/ 2. PA Day 30 A praise poem https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2020-april-pad-challenge-day-30 ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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AprPAD: Day 29
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616721791086362624/found-on-29-april Ick – I Hate Rhymie Poems a brush a broom that sweeps the air my god how those eyes could stare so brown so deep alert for fun sleeping away in afternoon sun a walk a run on fields green a dog like that I’ve rarely seen she’s gone she’s gone but I will […]
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AprPAD: Day 28
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616630366389829632/found-on-28-april for PA past or future A Conversation with Great-Grandma I was not much more than 7. I’d sit on her bed, she in her chair. She’d tell me stories of when … . . . when the cow died, she said, and then, mid-sentence, she’d pinch another grey whisker between her thumb and index […]
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AprPAD: Day 19
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615827293974216704/found-on-19-april A Poem Starting with A Line from John Prine Song It’s half an inch of water, and you think you’re gonna drown. That’s what happened when I mistook your bump for an embrace. In the future, I self-resolve to keep a self-distance, leaving me howling-lonely, like a light fixture without its bulb. […]
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AprPAD: Day 18
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615735008008781824/found-on-18-april Ars Poetica on Purposes A poem is a sunrise. An awakening like a sip of a mango lassi. A poem is a surprise like cold ice cream on a hot August day. This poem is none of these things. It’s a work in progress, waiting to escape. […]
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AprPAD: Day 16.1
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615582627031810048/found-on-16-april-after-dinner ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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AprPAD: Day 7
Today I Shall… learn to breathe. breathe into my bowels, and exhale like an aria breeze off the sea cliffs. I shall learn to heave and breathe as if feral, breathe as if tracking a rotting-brachish scent. and when this virus has left us, I shall, with luck, and god willing, breathe for all those […]
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