Category: Poetic Forms
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AprPAD: Day 24
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616272742202884096/found-at-24-april/embed for Napowrimo Day 24: fruit This was supposed to be about fruit. It took off in a direction that I hadn’t intended. Sometimes, reality just refuses to be prompted. Being a Rat Chatcher is an Honourable Profession The poncy Bichon next door has decided to be a dog again. For a while there, it…
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AprPAD: Day 23
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616185184721715200/found-on-23-april/embed PA Day 23: “Social (blank)”. Social Isolation and Weird Dreams about Wales look at these veins laced along my legs, a juicy damson colour. hold fast my heart; I am airborne on faithless wings of dreams, and the weather’s turning into a wringing storm. thunder drums, and wind’s bugle blows. nightfall stirs dreams…
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AprPAD: Day 22
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616105787445723136/found-on-22-april/embed for PA Quirky Eye Eye That left eye that droops a little bit more every year, the one with the spotty centre vision. Damn is the definition. for Napowrimo Day 22: Use an idiom Les carottes sont cuites! (The Carrots Are Cooked) Those winter months, always a surprise. How light scatters through the…
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AprPAD: Day 21
Tabula Rasa There was a word in my head for all of this. Sunrise that greets another day. A farewell to night and sleeplessness. A dog dreaming in the sun. Dust rising, falling in the wake of your moods like flushed pink apple blossoms almost drowning. for dVerse Quadrille 102 Flush https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616005135045410816/found-on-21-april/embed NaPoWriMo Day 21:…
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AprPAD: Day 20
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615907648173408256/found-on-20-april/embed NaPoWriMo Day 20: write about a handmade gift That’s the Size of It On the wall is a piece of paper. The grandkids traced their hands. Ethan and Emma’s hands are the same size. Luisa’s hand is smaller than Emma’s thumb. Nico wasn’t in the picture yet. That was 2-years ago. I need…
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AprPAD: Day 18
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615735008008781824/found-on-18-april/embed Ars Poetica on Purposes A poem is a sunrise. An awakening like a sip of a mango lassi. A poem is a surprise like cold ice cream on a hot August day. This poem is none of these things. It’s a work in progress, waiting to escape. …
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AprPAD: Day 16.1
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615582627031810048/found-on-16-april-after-dinner/embed ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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AprPAD: Day 16
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615551871101321216/found-on-16-april-before-lunch/embed The Last Circle Still Spinning all around him falling gold, leaves falling nowhere. it’s all very very. falling on a familiar face. do you remember the scent of that burnt ash-blown summer? blackbirds blown away on a trembling tune. I watched it on telly. tomorrow is as bright as autumn’s blue sky,…
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AprPAD: Day 15
you catch a rush of hot air, a glimpse of a field yellow grass . . . flick flick of the windshield wipers “Luck changes dreams,” he said, and he hugged his knees For “The Poeming”. Found source: “Jurassic Park” by Michael Crichton, Arrow Books, Random House, copyright 1991. Images from the Japanese…
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AprPAD: Day 13
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615281617958731776/found-on-13-april/embed A Poem in the Style of This Is Just To Say, by William Carlos Williams Forgive me, because while you slipped in and out of your afternoon nap, and while the TV updated daily covid-19 news, and while a magpie fought with a pigeon over bird seed … I bit the ears off your…
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