Category: Poetic Forms
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
31 July 21: A Stream of Consciousness Haibun The bees are crazy on fermented honey, like happy little saints working their way to heaven, and there’s pink and white and green in this a mangle of flowers, a handful for granny’s vase, and in a few days they’ll wilt and drop across the table, lily…
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a dVerse Monotetra
A Storm Approaches Over sea and land, bleaching sky,Endless chase this wind from heaven.Harvest moon, a fever struck sty.Broke and driven. Broke and driven. Written for dVerse. A poetic form developed by Michael Walker: Monotetra. Stanza Structure: Line 1: 8 syllables; A1 Line 2: 8 syllables; A2 Line 3: 8 syllables; A3 Line 4: 4…
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dVerse Quadrille #132
Roll On After the icicles thawed,and damp left the basementthrough open windows,I remember wondering what happened to winter,I’ve no clear memories of it. Sometimes I’m like a stream,not knowing where I’ve come fromor where I’m going. I justroll on. Quadrille for dVerse Poets, including the word ‘stream‘. Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash . Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter …
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Seventeen Syllables and Some Prose
The clipped wings of prayers still rise through the morning mist and falling raindrops. It is no effort to stay, rooted in the moon’s clatter, in this oily dusk, but when all parts of me are worn out, I’ll be freed to dissolve in the lipped waves of some spacious stream, gone from the green of…
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Saturday’s Stream of (un)Consciousness
My house has a red door. Not sure why I chose red, except that I like red. Nobody else around here does, it seems. Across the street, their front door is white. Next door’s is white. The other side is grey. Next to them is grey. There’s a blue one up the street. And a…
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dVerse Quadrille #131
A Lean In Close In-between those growing-upyears, those kisses deepas a double bass, Bobby Darin pours fromthe jukebox. He’s a dark language I don’t understand. Sounds malicious. Thirstywords soft as a cottonsaxophone. It’s an over-salted melody,and Mac the Knife plays on. Written to prompt at dVerse Poets Quadrille #131: 44 words (sans title) including the word…
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Two American Sentences
Ernest Hemingway said your first line must be undeniable truth. The acer tree sure grew a lot bigger than its label said it would. Playing with American Sentences: 17-syllables. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Mirage: Breaking Enjambment Rules
Mirage (an ekphrastic poem) You’re half asleep, and thenYou’re gone A mirage of leavesA rippled slope Water’s mirror still as Trees spread like fingersTwisted curtains, fog Light and bright Entwined on a breeze I laid out a picnic here once In a mirage Breaking enjambment rules. Image from Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay…
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8 July 2021: Weather Poetry
08.07.21 Weather Poetry Today is bristle-brisk. Woolly wordslaughing and dashing out the door. The wind is breath and gladnessin concentric circles of clouds. A twig taps on the windowpane,it’s an arrhythmic heartbeat. Thunder races between day andnight, like a chariot driven home. Poem Form: Weather poem using pathetic fallacy (see #7). Image is from Public…
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An Ekphrastic American Sentence
A fine-haired brush swept the sky – it’s a dark painting that’s dying to flood. This is a 17-syllable “American Sentence” which received benefit of linebreaks. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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