Category: Poetic Forms
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11 May: Gravebright – the Liturgy
5 of 27: Gravebright – a Colour once felt, but not seen 5 of 27 Gravebright – The Poem – A smile worn only at funerals Gravebright is a lightthat knows its place—how to behave. It flickers politely and restson the lips like powdered glass. It is not joy.It is the performance of peace—an ache…
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15.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Sestina for the Cliffs at Beachy Head Here, where the chalk cliffs meet the endless blue,I walk to shed the weight of thought, to standlike wind-struck grass—alive, yet barely touched.The lighthouse spins its scarlet warning—brightagainst the tide’s slow gnaw, the edge’s creed:what falls—will rise again in salt and light. No prayer but this: the gulls’…
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25.2 dVerse Indigo
Knolling Indigo Indigo blueit fills the twilight scene,Spills inky songs in a secret tongue andWarmsso soft with it tints serene. Indigo blueswept from depths of wonder lies, So truethis blue that colours my dreams Sanctuary lies in your indigo eyes Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille Monday (Quadrille: 44-words sans title, include the prompt word “indigo”). Some artwork is created…
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23.2 A Cadralor Poem
Wild Poppies … I. In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. II. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick!Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. III. You scorn shadows nestingin shafts of wheat, scorn the corn and its rigid rod.…
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15 Jan: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
Fragments of a 10-Year Old I watched her kiss our waitress by the bins behind the Pancake House – they held each other like a secret, and that memory fell into this drop of ink along with flowers that eat meat and ravenous weeds that digest flies, and I remember that my father’s voice made…
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2 Nov: dVerse Promises
Promise I look at youth,filled with future and certain-truth.Half-doubting that lifeis passing away. So many things of ecstasy.The promise of a kiss.A smile.A breeze against one’s skin.A falling star. A question that never askswhat we are is what we were. Written for dVerse Quadrille “promise” . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as…
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23 October: Bleed the Wind
Bleed the Wind (Haibun) 1.Winter swept in, and whipped through the roses. Its thorns ripped, tore and bled the wind, and there were no words to fall on paper that wouldn’t stick to the nub of my pen … but words I found in the whispers of the forest, in the colours of all things…
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18 Oct: for dVerse’s Quadrille
La Petite Mort Watch her buckles and buttons shinelike fading light of a waning moon.She dances alone with the ancients,leaping over fallen trees, ferns and mosses.They watch her dance until the musicin her head vanishes.Until her song is gone.La petite mort. Note: 1) rewritten/condensed from Six Sentence Story. 2) La Petite Mort: I know the…
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15 Oct: dVerse Quadrille
No Light His was a heart that was closedand locked forever,and though his words were light,airy as any leaf,as if his thoughtswere swept clean by the sea,he carried it, a terrible weight,that of heavy grief, Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille 210 “light”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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