Category: Poetic Forms
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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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An Excerpt From a Conversation with Customer Service
You can’t deliver dead flowers to a woman whose husband just died. This is a 17-syllable “American Sentence” which received benefit of linebreaks. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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A Limerick for Fandango’s #FOWC
There once was girl who was ever so pleasantWho had a thing for a unformed lieutenantShe thought it a kissThat would lead her amissBut pregnancy? Hey, wait just a second! Do Limericks Have Titles? An attempt at a limerick for #FOWC. Fandango’s One Word Challenge. Include the word ‘pregnant’. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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A Gogyohka: In Dreams
A Gogyohka: In Dreams My father, who passedmany years ago,suddenly appearedin my dreamlast night. Pale hair.Certainly more of itthan I rememberhim ever having. His back to me.He was fishing.A mirror-still river,swollen to nearoverflowing. But it wasonly as deep asmy father’s ankles.His legs like pillarssplitting the water. Perhaps things aren’tas deep as we think.and I wonder:Do…
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