Category: Poetic Forms
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23.1.22 Go Dog Go Cafe Haibun
It’s a sort of mid-January middling-damp. It’s drizzly. Dwet. Grey. Dwippy. Like cornflake-sog in a puddle of tepid milk. It’s January when people feel entitled to leave the dwishes and coffee cups on the twable for some other dweeb on a dwet day to clear away. And I’ve been thinking about that word ‘grumpy’ –…
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22.1.22: Herniated Disks and Other Mischiefs
To Hell ‘n Back It’s a herniated disk, you see. Nope, I didn’t do a thing. It just happened. Sitting on a chair, eating dinner. Then pop. And I can’t sleep. I’m trying not to move. Every twitch, stabs. And I notice that the street light licks the bedroom wall a silent grey, a smeared…
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Two Elevenie Poems
Two Elevenie Poems SnowWindswept fieldsBlindsiding the skyYesterday in a snowbankBuried BuriedInto depthsWhite scrubbed whiteAlleys of bowing birchWait Poem form: Elevenie. Click thumbnail for constraints. © Misky 2021. Image is from Unsplash.
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For dVerse Poets: Quadrille #142
Noodling Isn’t About Pasta I never botherremoving tinselfrom a Christmas tree. It’s impossible, it’s likeremoving a kitefrom a telephone wire. Or catching a troutwith your hands,although I used to be able to do that.Dad taught me –he called it noodling. Yes, it’s absolutely true – noodling. It’s also calling trout tickling. As for the tinsel,…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 4: A Sonnet with Consonant Near-rhymes
Still Searching Everyone’s trying to find their way home,to what was. Wrongs. Rights. Some justicefor what’s buried, like a tune whose lyricssit on the tip of your tongue, or that hymn God loves his children, be faithful to Jesus.Grandma was faithful, praying daily, lestJesus in his loin cloth hanging on the walldidn’t hear her anymore.…
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dVerse Fragments
Five Tercet Fragment Poems I. Writing letters with Words slipping in between Rusty spells gone off II.Cold, and she’s frightened Of moonlight. It’s ice Like bleached bone and whispers III.It’s a long journey through winter It’s alive And standing. There IV.Everyone is somewhere You reappear like a sorrow That keeps on…
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dVerse Poets Quadrille #141
dVerse Poets Quadrille A Blast of Cold Along the beachblows a cold wind,quick as a ghostit travels the Channel,and prowls the coast.And it snows. It’s nothing, if nothungry for white.A crowning drapethat we know will go.Our sentinel snowmanmelting on the shore. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #141 “Crown”. 44 words sans title. Image is Brighton beach…
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dVerse An Ekphrastic Poem
Walking In The Shoes of Blackberrying It’s the 3rd stanza of Blackberrying.That last hedgerow is behind her,a milk bottle filled with blackberries, and the bite of sea air funnelsa phantom laundry wind thatslaps her face. Terns and gulls hook at the air,and salt marsh sheep scatterlike chalky clouds on green hills. She walks along a…
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Day 23: NaPoWriMo
Day 23: Miz Quickly & PA, and a Haibun for dVerse Poets. Like Unplugging I. (for Miz Quickly & PA) Just A Few Desires, yes, a few likeseeing brilliance rising offthe sea, morning sky that’s an aquamarine-holiday colour,and white-dashed beachesso bright that your eyes sting, and silence,yes, silence from radio voices.And I still want sex…
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A Wayra for dVerse Poets
dVerse Poets: Wayra Form Ten Minutes After Dinner (draft version 1) He is in a sleepof see-saw, he breathes softly,a rise and fall of his chest.A light rumbling comesfrom his throat. I turn off the moon. Turn Off the Light (draft version 2) He is in a sleep of see-saw, he breathes softly, a rise and fall…
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