Category: Poetic Forms
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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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A Triolet: On Danes Hill
On Danes Hill The thought of being on that hill,in that wind as hard as marble . . . it’s such a thick and smitten chill,the thought of being on that hill. Fingers cold, nose so froze untilmy every word is icy garble. The thought of being on that hill,in that wind as hard as…
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dVerse Haibun Monday
A View of the Cherry Tree in Moonlight The cherry tree is kissed by moonlight, it wakes as I sleep, as silver slides between its limbs, as my heart gently knocks against my ribs like uneven stairs. It wakes me from soundlessness and breathing, and even in first hours after midnight, I see moonbeams spread…
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Sidestepping
SIDESTEPPING (poem form: Synchronicity) I can parse a crowd and walk rightthrough it, but now I live in thisvillage with its uneven pavements andnarrow framed walls, and it’s filled withpolite people who deferentiallystep aside, nod with forensicsurvey, and when the cobbles slip intoquiet dusk and low hung street lampsfill the air, and night comes into…
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09.03.22 Haibun Wednesday
This Morning. I’ve left my coffee somewhere. Out in the garage I think. When I went to get some chicken thighs out of the freezer. The leeks in the fridge are a bit impoverished, so I’ll roast up the chicken thighs with leeks and peas. And white wine. For that I’ll need to raid Mister’s…
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dVerse Quadrille #147
Her Dark Eyes Her eyes are pure stars,her memories too whole, … of watching ducklingsstruggle after their mother, … of watching oak seedshelicopter aimlessly through air, … of rain floodinga bird’s nest, and they think her madwhen she says this worldwill break your heart. for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #147 “Eye”. Image Portrait Of A Woman With Dark…
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