Category: Poetic Forms
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Miz Quickly’s Interview #1
Twenty Seven Questions Found & Remixed in ‘The Last Wish’ Who are you?What shall I call you?You are common folk, am I right? Do you bow your head and sing canticles? Are you powers innate?Should I bite a chair leg? You mean those charlatans with stars on their hats?One thousand and two hundred?Are you playing at…
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An Interwoven Cento Poem #2
A Cento Poem with Lines Interwoven from Song of Myself (1892 version) BY WALT WHITMAN and Baudelaire BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ I. When I fall asleep, and even during sleep, I see. Dance. Laugh. Sing. I hear a voice quite distinctly, voices speaking. Not words. Not music. Rhyme, and not even the best. Bare-stript phrases from…
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An Interwoven Cento Poem
A Cento Poem with Lines Interwoven from Song of Myself (1892 version) BY WALT WHITMAN and Baudelaire BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ Eddies of Wind When I fall asleep, and even during sleep, The sound of the belch’d words of my voice I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking of the beginning or the end. Whole phrases. From…
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The Picnic Sonnet
The Picnic She doesn’t usually pack a pork pie to share, or a big wedge of cheddar and soda bread from the bakery, which she will let Jimmy think is homemade, unless he asks, and she wouldn’t usually pack two pickled onions, four gherkins, a large Scotch egg, ripe tomatoes and cucumber, or brown pickle…
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A Moment for a Haibun
I’m watching a grey squirrel who gives me an occasional cautious glance, and it’s shredding the birds table into bits, tossing pieces of wire and mesh around, and then you say, The air smells so fresh this morning, like chlorophyll — and the squirrel is hurling abuse and obscenities at the bird feeder because it’s…
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Quadrille #106
It Casts a Cracked Shadow… …those particles. Misfiring. A drum-drumming and atoms thundering. An alto choir between my ears. Then breath-throb stars in black, and half-flash pulses of chaos. And I want for stillness. Migraine. It pinches my wings, and keeps me from rising to meet the day. Happily, I’ve not suffered…
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dVerse Prosery
We’re sat opposite each other. She’s drowning milky foam into her coffee. I’m telling her about this poem, has this imperturbable street. She looks up from her coffee. Stares at me. Yeah, imperturbable. What does it mean, she says. I admit I didn’t know either, so I knocked bits off the word, first “im”, then…
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dVerse Quadrille #105
Slip Sliding There’s a landslip at Viking Bay. First the garage went. That was Sunday. The landowner said he moved his car, thinking the garage might collapse. Monday, the garage, the house, and the fishpond fell into the sea. His neighbour says she’s not going anywhere. for dVerse Quadrille #105 “Slip” ©️ Misky…
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dVerse Haibun
There’s this painting by Piet Mondrain, reminds me of PacMan. Makes my think the whole image should move in robotic jerks and jolts. Sounds effects, too. Tic.Tic.Tic.Tic. Inching left, right, up, down. Tic.Tic.Tic.Tic. Or maybe more like Space Invaders. I played that on a tiny black & white telly at my cousin’s house. He had…
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Quadrille #104
These Mad Mad Days The sun shifts over these mad mad daylight hours. Lovers never long for morning, the sun rising, thirsty as salt. Hot. No use asking why fire is hot. And I keep thinking, I’ll go fishing; that’ll fix all this. Life is an invisible scar. for dVerse Quadrille 104 “Fix”…
It's Still Life 