Category: Poetic Bloomings
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Poetic Bloomings Does Autumn
Plucking Autumn This autumn day is wrapped in grains of golden light that falls as rain might gather or as hours might braid without a hand’s restraint. We pull wheat tight through fingers, and pluck ripe berries that trickle purpled heavy stain. And winter waits another day. written for Poetic Bloomings
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Poetic Bloomings Explores Food
As I Recall It wasn’t the white cake with white frosting with shredded coconut, or pink spindle-turned candles, or all the balloons that Dad blew-up before he drove off to work, or the all-beef hotdogs with green pickle relish and squirts of yellow mustard, or as many potato chips as I wanted to eat, nor…
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A Bussokusekika for Poetic Bloomings
Bare Bones Yesterday’s calm slipped into a blind feral wind, naked and ruthless, a murdered bruising day for wasps drunk on whiffs of apple with bare bones that gores the sky. for Poetic Bloomings: Form bussokusekika 5.7.5.7.7.7
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Ice Cream with Poetic Bloomings
Mint Bright because the air bites cool and wintergreen, and bare bough trees hang withered leaves, and because they fall, they crunch like sugared cones and crispy flake, and because days are rushing into heavy fog and damp brick walls, and because autumn’s halo golden glows — we will eat minty green ice cream because…
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Moons and Light for Poetic Blooming
A Little Night Light I lit a candle, then held it to the moon, two sulky spectres, like two dreamy eyes, and I watched them both unravel into a golden gleam. And that candle twitched, and then trickled waxy vines across my hand. written for Poetic Bloomings “Moon“
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A Cinquain for P’Bloomings
Fled Luck was a tapestry, days of infinity. Into your arms, a refugee of love. Poetic Form: Cinquain: 2.4.6.8.2 syllables/line. Written for Poetic Bloomings In-Form Wednesday
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PB’s In-Form “Dodoitsu”
for Poetic Bloomings, In-Form Wednesday. Poetic form: Dodoitsu, constraint 7.7.7.5
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P’Blooming & d’Verse Quadrille #13
Quadrille #13 The Swimmer He was all blind bones and tendons, whip-willow arms and flying legs. Stood sturdy. Stood jar-steady. It seemed easy, there in water, light as clouds are in sky. Fluid and flowing, a light blue mountain’s breath, and he fed off the roar of crowds. © Misky 2016. for Poetic Bloomings…
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Poetic Bloomings Bucket-List
My bucket-list includes a trip to the desert for star-gazing, where no artificial light masks the sky’s wonders. Desert Stars I want to see the triumph of stars bewildered by day. Chased into far away skies, in desert-wide nights that hide starlight. Star bright. A comet’s scar © Misky 2016, Poetic Form:…
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Poetic Bloomings Dances a Quadrille
7:15 Coffee is made. Plates on the table. Radio’s on, but silence takes over. The dog sniffs the air; falls back to sleep. A morning cough from upstairs, emptying lungs of sleep. Rain drips from the gutter as I sip coffee. Silence never tasted so good. © Misky 2016, 3 August: Quadrille, 44 words.
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