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0807: Six Sentence List Poem
The Colour of Thunder a list poem of six sentences THE COLOUR OF THUNDER the colour of thunder isdaybreak,the blue shinein a crow’s feather. a boatwithout water,a skinned knee,sunburn. a preacherwithout a pulpit,the snapof a wet towel. the prickof a rose’s thorn. the blue noiseof a siren. we call itthunder. Previous Instalments – For the…
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0707: Everywhere Poems
NORTH afternoon heat.roses scent the air. suitcases openon the bed. these shoes.those shoes. socks.shorts.tops.passports. tomorrow,we escape north. Everywhere Poems don’t have a subject. They have a starting point and follow wherever attention leads. It’s — go for a walk and see where you end up. Some images created with Midjourney. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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0507: Six Sentence Poem
Two Six Sentence Poems: Thunder I. Thunder Thunder wilts through July’s green oak.Distance beyond distance.Sun-bleached blue.We renamed the cloudless sky Thunder.Its heat soaked into the flagstones.Then again, it rumbled —the long arm from a constellation. II. Thunder Cloudless all afternoon.Thunder somewhere beyond the hills. The flagstones giving backeverything the sun had taken. But no storm…
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0407: Journal of SenHai
Nature Never Apologises Senryuthe quiet hillsidesomeone had to say somethingin brilliant red Haikubefore the rain comesthe hillside lights its lanterns …scarlet aloe Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday . Image from Unsplash. Poetry and prose ©Misky 2006-2026.
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0407: Violet’s Phraseology
A Persistent Syllable not overnight,not immediate,gradual,like a shadow’s slow wrap around a flagpole,like the tap’s persistent syllablecounting out moments. No more today, she says,and closes her book,as if a page holds a boundaryagainst the drip,the drift,the soft unravelof sight. Would you mind, love,chopping the onions?I don’t thinkI should. All the words we hear.All the sounds…
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0207: Brigid’s Diary – A Six
The Epilogue: A Return to Thyme Brigid and Felreil left Room 215 as they had entered it, by the hidden closet, with the good sense not to ask whether one century had finished or merely misplaced them in someone else’s plan. The bellhop-automaton raised a final card, though neither of them paused to read it;…
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0207: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Over The Mole sun rises.tops the trees.crow on a branch. squirrel runsthe fence length,cheeks fullof autumn. rose buds yesterday.opened today. hard to knowif that’s pinkor peach. I heardthere’s a boy, ten, — perhaps hangingover the stream. school childrenfound him — from the footbridgeover the streamthat disappearsundergroundnot far from here. the onewe locals…
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0107: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: Stream of Consciousness (Peak) Early spring.Snow still holding the peaks.I walk into crisp mountain air and there it is again. Ozone.Thin air seems to gather it. Sharp.Metallic.The scent of lightning. Like being a curious child and wondering what a penny tasted like. I found out.Not with my tongue,but somewhere behind my eyes,where…
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3006: Brigid’s Diary – Two Sixes
Part 15 & 16: 1842, Cagnes-sur-Mer, France (Brigid’s Diary, Winter: 1842: one year on) Where is Felreil?That’s what I want to know. Where is he in his black frock coat, moving as if Boreas lived in its pockets, striding streets and alleys in long English-blackened boots, as though Provence’s glossy night had always been part…
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2906: Everywhere Poems
An Everywhere Poem: San Francisco Earthquake 1989World Series.Baseball.Late afternoon. It starts with the soundof a heavy lorrydriving by. Lorries never droveon our little narrow lane. Eucalyptus hanging low.Potholed dusty track.Watch for falling rock. Then waves.In the pool. Washed upand over the lawn. The birdsstopped singing. A friend refusedto go backinto her house. Cooked outside.Bathed outside.She…
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