Category: Poetic Forms
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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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GloPoWriMo Day 10: Love & Taste
I.Once Once, right thereby the radio, which was on mostly in the morning for an hour, or when we left home so the house didn’t seem empty, and for most hours of the day, especially as old age set in, sleeping with sunlightpouring on her likea gentle massage, and right there,with a direct viewof the…
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GloPoWriMo Day 9: Nonet & Kimo
Two Poem Forms: Nonet and Kimo I.A Nonet Poem Hear night rain. You needn’t look, you knowits grey distance. You know laceworkthrough limbs. Twigs dripping armour.Dreams swept truant intosome occupied sky.Constellationsfrom elsewhere into soakednight. II. A Kimo Poem This morning’s air is empty of winterBird song pooling in my earsAnd green silkens the trees NaPoWriMo…
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Day 7 GloPoWriMo: I Feel Sunshine
The less you talk, the more you’re listened to ~ Pauline Phillips I Feel Sunshine – (reading time: 00:58:57) I was born after Mum ate an abundance of chilli, and then took a walk on the sand dunes. That’s when all the wailing began. Not Mum, the doc knocked her out cold, back then natural…
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GloPoWriMo: Day 6 Acrostic
From Blossoms in a Bag From April, had that frost not come,blossoms might’ve shouted out vernality, butcome not bees plumped and powdered bronze, this cold that strikes a slash, chews at fibresbrown to rotting limp and levelled low. Petalpaper seeping, nests empty, snail shells vacated. Bag up the remnants of this broken spring,of this brittle…
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5.04.22 dVerse Quadrille Season
Forgive Me Your Plums In the tight centre offlesh pressing its flesh,a rough skin stone waitsin this small yellow plum.It inspires poetry, it’s cold,straight from the icebox.It’s the season for Post-it notes,for sweet plums whose stonesare tight-wound in its rug. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille Monday. Inspired by William Carlos Williams,”This Is Just to Say”…
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