Category: Poetic Forms
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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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AprPAD: Day 12
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615188187899412480/found-on-12-april/embed A Triolet: In the Spirit of Loaves and Fishes It’s been rising for an hour, no loaves & fishes, only bread. A floury snow across the counter, it’s been rising for an hour. In a veil of cloud and pale powder, on the rug, crumbs will spread. It’s been rising for an hour, no…
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AprPAD: Day 8
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614825758126456832/found-on-8-april/embed A Poem Beginning with a Line by Sylvia Plath “Yet, in my wintriest moods,” – when the season is a meanest deceit and the sky habitually hangs monochrome, truly, nothing cheers me more than the first crocus blooming yellow. NaPoWriMo Day 8: A Poem Beginning with a Line by …. …
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dVerse Quadrille #101
Unravelling Without Explanation Draw closed your curtains in my dreams, where satin stones skip on shallow bones. Tongues of falling stars, they ignite spinning tunes that shelter tumbling notes. Pluck my ticking clock. Draw me close into your folds, come near and sit weary-sorrow next to me. dVerse Quadrille #101 “Close” ©️ Misky…
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AprPAD: Day 7
Today I Shall… learn to breathe. breathe into my bowels, and exhale like an aria breeze off the sea cliffs. I shall learn to heave and breathe as if feral, breathe as if tracking a rotting-brachish scent. and when this virus has left us, I shall, with luck, and god willing, breathe for all those…
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