Category: Poetic Forms
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18 May: July in Perugia
July in Perugia Shutters. Narrow balconies boundBy wrought iron and the setting sun.We’re collapsed by heat, and whenRain comes, we listen to its thrum,Me reclined and sleepless on the sofa,Like a Hollywood starlet, who’s pretendingTo seduce the heat of the evening. for dVerse Poets Quadrille “Sleep” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: Perugia from Unsplash.
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for Go Dog Go Cafe: A Haibun
Once upon a time, she didn’t look like she does. She’s old skin now. Once she had a jawline. A chin traceable with a finger. And all her teeth (two of which now belong to her credit card). She was wide-eyed, clear-headed, and bright as a split star. Both eyelids blinked at the same time,…
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8 May: 17 Syllables
An afternoon nap Can leave you feeling Empty as a bicycle Poem form: 17-syllable (w/line breaks) American Sentence. The photo is mine, taken at Snowshill Manor. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Cee’s B&W photo challenge at https://ceenphotography.com/2022/05/05/cbwc-side-of-things/ photo of penny-farthings hanging from cross beams.
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dVerse Quadrille #151
A Little Night Noise What is thatbuzz in my ear. That static in my head. White noise and nightgownsand old womenwho can’t sleep fromthe noise. Rattling hisseslike an old iron poton the boil. Just pour me intoa silent pocket of night. Written for dVerse Quadrille #151 “static” Image from Wikiart, Shape and Noise of Motorcyclist by Giacomo Balla,…
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GloPoWriMo Day 30: A Cento Poem
Te Dominus Amat (a cento poem) And Te Dominus amat was all you said.Like a dream that makes youwant to go back to sleep. Magnified applesappear and disappearwith shades and echoes of whispered vespers by a hissing lamp.Blue-horned beetles scratchagainst the night sky, and Te Dominus amat was all you said. Lines 1 and 10:…
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GloPoWriMo Day 28: On the Road
Cow On The Road The old cowstands in the rain, elementally green,singing its vapours and eating bruisedred fuchsia bells. Its song’s nothing special, no stories, news,no talk overheard, and it devoursour views of luminous doom,and just listens. Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 28: write a concrete poem. I spent all morning trying without success. There’s a…
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GloPoWriMo Day 26: Duplex Sonnet
Silken Dust stretches the air like silk,Up in the loft, space for old things. Photos. Old papers of no importance.Winter clothing. A rocking horse. School books with their little words.A million little words. My red shoes.I danced in them once. I haven’t danced in years.It was a time on the edge. There’s a mystic quality…
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GloPoWriMo Day 25: Aisling Poem
An Aisling: A Dream of Weeds She stood theretrue, tall, and buxom,hips ripe as sunshine, and ivy twisting around her wrist.A lattice green, knotweedspiralling up one leg, and dandelions, and daisies,and choke weed tanglingin her hair.She is faceless, the colour of sand, though not quite blonde,and not quite as grey asthe weather falling like arelic…
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GloPoWriMo Day 20: Icky Food and 3 of 6 Words
I.Coriander: A List Poem It tastes of thirsty earthSteam vapour from smokestacksWhite porcelain bowls of coal tar soapPine-scented kitchen sprayScorched hairIt’s overwhelming, like a Chihuahua Like a static shockIt’s verbless and going nowhereIt’s corrosive as boiled lemon sweetsOr vinegarIt smells of microbes in a plastic drinks bottleIt’s a hepped-up mobIt’s a photograph…
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GloPoWriMo Day 11: In the Style of Marvin Bell’s The Dead Man Poems
The Old Woman With No Cat #1 1. About the Power of Perspective the old woman with no catrests her right hand on her hip looks out the kitchen window and stares down the streetshe shifts her weight and rests her left hand on her hiplooks out the kitchen window …
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