Category: Poetic Forms
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Day 7 NaPoWriMo 2021
I.For dVerse Poets: The Insomniac This girl wants a slow dying light,a shallow moment within herself.She extinguishes brightness, a joyous dark rise from the scentof deep sleep. A fall into slowness. To wake from dreams is to be reborn.Candles snuff out their light tothe high rising morning sun, andyou’ll hear her cry of defeat as shewishes…
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dVerse Blossoms
March 29: A firestarter returns us spring. I breathe the air. I breathe the sky. It’s a cherry blossom’s wild sunset dance out of winter. A burner against April’s pale blue. A garland for the clouds. The sky is leaking warmth and bees, and this worn soul wants to live again. ruby throated springfrom powdered…
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for dVerse Quadrille #124
Who Knew I pull out a green shoot, hoping it’s a weed. One year, I pulled outmost of the poppy seedlings, thinking they were weeds. Opium poppies, so I am told. And there next to the weedsis a worm – tied in a knot. for dVerse Poets Quadrille #124 “knots”Photo by Bruno Figueiredo on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc…
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This Might Be The Most Depressing Thing Ever Written
This Might Be The Most Depressing Thing I’ve Ever Written For pen. For paper. I fumble the nightto write these stammered words. I grievefor its loss. Its misuse. This deluded lightthat I might write, and pretend to believe myself poetic. A witless froth at any age,I know not grammar, my words are awaylike disjointed vertebrae.…
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For dVerse: Verse Epistle
We Always Said After the summer hadturned fields of cut wheatto brooms, and those littlegestures of rain beckoned to winter, and as we saton the dry October lawn,and said we’d always writeeach other fond letters of Dear dearest, and wordsfor wishing on falling stars,after all that, I’m sleeplessand feeling the drift of dark, and wondering…
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A dVerse Quadrille
I Am In The Shadow of highbrick archeswalls ofchipped stuccorendering heated dust rainingfrom bellspealing namesof vanished saintsand talesof moonstruckswallowscoaxed fromnesting cliffsswift as lighton wingsthat cutclouds and sky.our shadowswere justflutteringlips. for dVerse Poets, Quadrille Monday “Swift” and 44 words sans title. © Misky 2021 Image WikiCommons California State Archive. A poem based on recollections of a…
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dVerse Haibun: Memory Lane
The Straight Of It It might’ve been 1952. Or 3. It was certainly summer. I remember wearing cotton shorts and a sleeveless top. It’s hot. The sun stings my arms. I’m barefoot, walking on a narrow brick path that always feels cool and slightly wet against my toes. It leads from the back door down…
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16.02.20 dVerse Prosery
A Taste For The Green Stuff I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head, and it was sweet as green, as Absinthe and a sugar cube on a little silver slotted spoon, and as I watched the cold finger of frost draw across my eyes, I was free as…
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dVerse’s Eagle Haibun
I’ve seen a raven, seen a crow, seen a robin in the hedgerow. Once saw a hawk, might’ve been a falcon, or maybe a kite, seen lots of pheasants, and a few dead ones on the road, and I’ve seen a dozen starlings strip a cherry tree. But I’ve never seen an eagle, and doubt…
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22 January 2021
When We Were Young We’d runand ride the leaves, sing duetswith the breeze. We were luck, likeleprechaun green, and no thief of timeever intervened. Ekphrastic Poetry shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
It's Still Life 