Category: PA
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10 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Weird … And there she is. My grandmother.Those unmistakable eyes and a mutely stare. … and she says,“How strange the wind that blows ashesthrough the sea as if on its breath. Wind sucking at windowpanes,soft as butterfly wings or an echo. What a strange thing, wind –it can blow down your houseor smell sweet as…
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9 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
It’s Weird … … the mimicry,they come: the man and wife,widow, soldier, mother and child. How obedientthey are to a righteous song, to an upright priest with wings bent. The mimicry,of incantations as prayer. The magicin faith, the hand of Intention robed. The mimicry, of a choir singing to heaven’s boundless innumerable stars. God’s alter…
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9 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Well, Maybe Not a Thousand … It was the sort of summer that one vaguely remembers – an idle summer of a thousand different hours, except for a few days when Farmer Lars harvested the fields and left stubble and nowhere for rabbits and field mice to hide – hawks waiting in the trees with…
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8 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Frustration Of … Silencestretched into great intensity.Strugglesthat should be peace.Independenceoften mistaken for chaos.Laughterat another’s person expense. Every year, same date, I sing him the same song, the high notes crack and creak like the 3rd step from the top of the stairs. My eyes laugh, and then my voice, too – I start over again…
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6 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Advice … said the old woman, If you go far, be sureto find your way, you who dream, tell meyour story.Life’s heavy load wasn’t always so. Giveme wise words that I can eat and a shininglantern to findmy way. Age lays me deep and low. I want lightthat I know – the dead never leave…
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6 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Love Is and Is Not Love Is … a weather beatencottage on a shingle beach that growsout of chalk cliffs, its back bent andits facade the colourof grey pearls. A small fearless cottage,courageous and resilient in the face ofsalty sea. Love Is … not hate,nor scorn. Love’s opposite is indifference.It is a lack of sound.…
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5 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Nerves … dance,like the brilliance of an opalin a sunset-coloured cloud, or a phoenixwaiting out a hundred years,knowing but one existence. And when I can’tsee your face, I’ll trace your lipswith moon-winking eyes and taste the energyin your storm, like a cymbal’scathartic release, scrawling the skylike magic glass. And whenmy soul is too heavy from…
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4 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Corresponding … with winter’s crone, a solitarywoman – from inkshe’s come with forest trophies and beads, silver for ceremoniesshe weaves. And deep in her forest she writeson curled birch bark.Words like fish that swim clear and bright, letterson curls of white to her love so dear. And as she sits on a rug of moss,she…
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13 September: Flashback to June
When It Was June All the cherries fell.Not from wind or ripeness,it was hail and rain. A substantial cropthat nature emptiedfrom the crowded branches. Summer burns the streets.Doors. Windows. Open wide.Grannies on the shaded stoop. I bought cherries that day.Rinsed them in cold water,and ate them as if my own. Lips.Fingers. Cherry-stained.Stones spat across the…
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5 April: Poetic Asides Day 5
That Cat From Glasgow There once was a cat from Glasgow,Whose fur was as white as the snow,She’d purr and she’d play,All through the day,And her owner could never say no! Written for Poetic Asides Day 5. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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