Category: Poetic Bloomings
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16 Aug: Still Raging
Still Raging Ebony on amber embers. The remains, a forest scrubbed.The flame, fast as a finger’s flick.Earth’s stretched sinew and string. For P’Bloomings “Fire”. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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7 August: A Sailing Tanka
A Sinking Star Me and this sea realm,and a fickle wind sneezingagainst the sailslike the Hesperus intofistfuls of dark inked water A tanka 31-syllables (5.7.5.7.7). Written for Poetic Bloomings “sailing”. Image from Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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For Poetic Bloomings Edward Hopper Prompt
A Voyeur’s Glimpse of a Room in New York She rests her finger on a key. G Flat. Admires the Red No. 1 on her nails,and then presses the key. Softly.A single note shivers across the room. She pauses as if some great thoughtpasses her mind, but there isn’t one.And it didn’t. Her thoughts are…
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8:10AM – This Is Not A Diary
I Think I Smell Coffee Night’s wickburns darkness until dawn.I wake,and exit these blind contoursinto morning’s perfume. for Poetic Bloomings “Exit” Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Day 28 NaPoWriMo 2021
Day 28. I. NaPoWriMo “Questions“, II. AprilPAD “Remix“, & III. The Poeming “A Foot Out of Water” I.It All Comes Down to Decaf in the End Are you listening?What did you say?May I talk with you?What do you want to talk about? And why now?Who are…
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for PB Prompt #319
Prison Break It would be a kindness.Crate up this contamination,warehouse it. For our sake. The end of these months.It would be a kindness,to sing away what devils us. Songs returning in pricksand particles to our ears.It would be a kindness. prompted by Poetic Bloomings “New Year” #319, and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter …
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Poetic Bloomings “Hindsight”
Some Things Just Stick In Your Head The only time I was allowed to go barefootwas when I took a bath. Had something to dowith catching worms. Mum wouldn’t allow it. Doubt I’d have caught worms from troddingon pavement, but Mum was raised on a farm,and some stuff just sticks in your head forever. My…
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Poetic Blooming: Her Codex
Her Codex Truly, I’d say eat whatever she cooksbecause one day she’ll be gone.She and her recipes, written downin disintegrating leather-bound books,pages held in-situ with rubber bands,recipes written in foreign words, in quick short back-slanting strokes, in measurements that use her mother-in-law’s chipped teacup,and another measurement oftenreferred to as a scant knife edge,and kneading dough…
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Poetic Bloomings’ What’s Your Line
Le Consulat de Belgique His arms were too shortto proceed his belly.His desk, wooden,and soaked in the aromaof spiced rum. Mahogany,I think, nearly black ashis moods were often.The Belgium consulate.I was his secretary. for Poetic Bloomings “What’s Your Line” © Misky 2020. Image from WikiCommons CC:00
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Rewritten Character Study
Above and Below (Rewritten) A blackbird lands on the ground. It looks,not at the ground, but at the grass, andhears a worm slipping through the roots. But not just roots but musk scents of grubsand worms and maggots, a peaceful rotripe as perfume. But not just perfume. It’s a tune strumming through thatched roots,and a…
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