Category: Poetic Forms
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dVerse Quadrille 130 “smudge”
Rooted Off in the distance is a grove of trees,so bare and far away. Ice clings to the twigs, while a good natured wind laughs inthe branches. Each sentinel tree is standing, calm and confident. Silently rooted inbroad smudges of winter snow. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille (44 words sans title) #130 including the word “smudge”. Hottest…
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Miz Quickly’s Rhetoric List Poem
A List Poem: A Bit of Rhetoric on Turmeric the knobs of soft butter and chicken thighs,the yellows of onion, garlic and ginger, addthe cumin, the cardamon and cinnamon,the Kashmiri chillis, some garam masala,two bay leaves from the garden. tomatoes.then fenugreek rolled between two fingers,its scent, a trembling light just before dark,its aroma caught in…
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Ars Poetica: The Yew Tree
Ars Poetica: The Yew This is a tree.Something about it.It’s interesting.But it’s not about the tree.So. What’s it about?Childhood.It holds my childhood.That summer. The forestbehind the house. It’s beyondthe maple — Dad naileda birdhouse on it . Like Jesus. Crucified.It’s beyond the ripe huckleberriesthat I stopped to eat…
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for dVerse Poets Quadrille 129
Beyond the Rocks A splash of morning lightand my first cup of tea.Oh, curiosity of whatthis day might bring.The tide is out beyond the rocks,and I wish for some clarity.It came by return of tide, mywishes wasting away the day. Photo by Gary Yost on Unsplash Written for dVerse Poets “Quadrille 129 – Curiosity”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter…
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A Berserk Limerick
A Berserk Limerick There once was a young fella from CambridgeHis height was embellished with foam wedges.On water he walkedFloating rock to rockUntil shrinkage sunk his stride from seepage For Fandango’s #FOWC This was supposed to include the word berserk, but I couldn’t muscle it in, so it is what it is. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on…
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dVerse Haibun
Yes, Of Course, The Lesser Periwinkle I’m sitting in the damp evening air, rain still dripping from the leaves, and my ear catches the sound of small bone animals in the Vinca Minor (there was a time when I couldn’t recall its proper name – now I can’t recall its common name, although I’m sure…
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A Quadrille for dVerse Poets
The Overnight Rain It lingerson the bright morning.A slight shade.From twigs.Branches.From the nape of grass.It fills my nose with wet. The fox wasin the flower pots again.Wounded pansiesstrewnlike stars, anda grasshopper watchedas I rearranged nature. For dVerse Quadrille 44 words, sans title, including “wound”. Shared with @dversePoets and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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A Limerick
Behind Glass there once was a rock from Vesuviuswhose life was extremely luxuriouscradled on silknefarious by ilkto onlookers it was completely oblivious for Fandango’s #FOWC “nefarious” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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for Fandango’s #FOWC “Whimsical”
Doin’ da Limerick There once was a woman with a shapely wiggleWhose whimsical nose had a permanent wrinkle.She was missing a tooth,So every word ended in toot 🎶and she laughed as if constantly tickled. Written for Fandango’s #FOWC One Word Challenge, the word being “whimsical”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay and #FOWC on Twitter ©Misky…
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12 May 2021: Fandango’s #FOWC
Doin’ da Limerick There was a man from Adelaidewho asked the barman for a lemonade.When handed a Guinness,a barmaid who was a witness,said the man flew into a tirade. Written for #FOWC. I’ve always been intimidated by limericks. I still am. This is for Fandango’s One Word Challenge “tirade” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay and #FOWC on…
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