Category: Poetic Forms
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20 June: A contrapuntal poem
In This Moment a breeze tempersthe heat pulsing off brick poppy petalspaper thin – disengage flutterfalland fail in the heat a bumblebee’s lastchance before hot rainthunders down Spain arriveson the wind and fillsthe open windows A contrapuntal poem. More info is available at MasterClasses. Image from WikiArt Poppy Fields by Claude Money Date 1885, ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting…
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19 June: dVerse Quadrille
Mis-Spellings I’m named after Mum’s childhood friend who sat on some scissors, slicing her buttocks open, and Mum was green as envy – that girl excused from school for 3-months, sitting being a for-sure impossibility, and it’s odd, how brainiest people mis-spell our name … for dVerse Poets. Quadrille (44-words) including the word spell. ©Misky 2022 Shared…
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18 June: A Haibun
A Time for Dreaming I’m doing that breathing thingy where you breathe into yourself, helps you sleep in this heat, which has traveled over half a dozen foreign tongues. This sort of heat could sink a boat. And right before I drop into deep sleep, I dream that I pull down the loft ladder, and…
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28 May: A Sevenling
Where the Rain Falls Up there on the north sideof the house where moss clingsemerald thick on the roof tiles, and where the grey lead guttersbroaden into thirsty throats for rainand sag from the pressing years, I found a rebellious daisy growing. Poem form: A Sevenling. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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27 May: A Contrapuntal Poem
Entanglement The air is breathing softly,and I hear last night’s rain fallingthrough the trees. An umbrella sky. Itstands as tall as sunflowers. And sunshine,so I hang out the bedlinen andwhite cottons to dry on the line. A small miscalculation. A bird has flown into the clothesline.Don’t we all make them. Our direction. Lost. The needle…
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24 May: A dVerse Summer Haibun
A robin’s on the fence, facing the neighbours garden, waiting for worms or bugs or both. I’m cutting chives to garnish cooked eggs. Hello there, I say as if a bird gives a tick about good manners and idle pleasantries. But to my surprise, it turns and stares at me. Its feathered breast is the…
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24 May: A Mirroring
This a mirrored response to Debi’s Troiku haiku collection (with her permission). Debi’s is first; mine follows; it’s italicised. I encourage you to read Debi’s entire piece, it’s a beautiful poem. A Mirroring Pushing through the blindsyour photograph by the bedmy consolation. It collects my dustYour photograph by the bedLight splicing the blinds The rising sun flingsmy dreams…
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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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