Category: Petitie Pen
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23 February: Ekphrastic – Imagine a Fly
Imagine a Fly Imagine never listening to Bach, never noticing a rainbow or looking for its pot of gold, never feeling drunk whilst looking at the stars, or knowing a spider’s laugh as you’re caught up in its web. An Ekphrastic poem written for Petite Pen, 35 words and RDP “Complicated” Image by Zdzistaw Beksinski.…
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27 October: Ekphrastic for Petite Pen
Or So You Said the ancients did as we do now. lovewith biting urgency, andtwo fingers up at twilight’s facebefore light diesin a final lift, andlevels the uncurtained moonon us. this is how it is with us.no love letters.no emptying ones headof tears.no whispering names like an old wish. just darkness through the branches,slipping through…
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K’s Petite Pen: Recycling Day
Recycling Day Men in yellow hi-vis vests, theyknow recycling, which containerfor an armload of draft poems,which one for your destiny. A man’s throwing moisture curledpaper into a bin. I slip in a dozenglossy magazines as a boy hurlsglass bottles in a metal container. He spins and shatters each onewith a chaotic joy of destructionthat only…
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17 August: for K’s Petite Pen
Vista There’s a vague pointlessnessto rushing when you knowthere’s another ferry coming. So we admire the view. The sun stabs at our skin,as a mother, arms white as milk,shouts caution at her children. Image by Julia Rigby. Written for K’s Petite Pen. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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12 August: Petite Pen
A Day Bronzed by August It was a day spinning in my ear,unbothered by rain or regretor lost love or virtue, there wasjust pale light and the call of gullssinging like plucked piano wires,and a child with a kite coaxingthe last breeze out of daylight. for K’s A Petite Pen. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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4 August: For the Petite Pen
It’s Just After Dawn When a person can be overwhelmedby the shine and glimmer of it all. The sea.The bluff.Seagulls and terns.Thistles and grass. A blue-veined smear of waterrounds on the middle deep, daybreak lifting and lighteningthe water, cliffs scrawled by wind. And on the ridge above the beachnext to August-hardened dirt road, brambles tumbled…
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7 July: Petite Pen
Hello and she looks into some hollow space, through and beyond me, where she deposits her thoughts, so I say, Bonjour . . . and then a tap on my shoulder. The art instructor says, No talking to the model – back to your seat. Written for K’s Petite Pen. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting…
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30 June: An Uneven Time (revised)
An Uneven Time it’s a new eyea droning’s view from some rooftop. someone cries, there’s a baby under the gooseberries. and iron wheels brake andscream on the rail lines, steam and smoke and ash. we wait inthis uneven time, and protect our ears from war’sunnatural pitch. for Twiglets “uneven time” and K’s Petite Pen image Image by Pixabay ©Misky 2022…
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15 June: Petite Pen
Wilt Nothing happens – and yeteverythingwilts at her feet. for Petite Pen image by Ron Hicks ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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