Category: Poetic Forms
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13 Oct: Ars Poetica
Ars Poetica – Distance Poetry is distance.An owl’s chant.Singing of poems. It’s poetry carried onribbons of moonlightuntil it meets the sky. Written for RDP “distance”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when…
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28 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Yesterday
Saturday: A Cadralor Poem I.Blue poured into the weekas if it was summer.For a day, maybe two. II.The shoewent on the other foot:it rained all week. III.North’s door is opento birds leaving,and leaves falling. IV.Bird strike on the window.A completed cycle.It’s journey ahead. V.I called her mineand stroked her head.I must be home, she said.…
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29 August: A Summer Funeral Pyre
That oak tree, the one when I looked up through its branches seemed to fill the sky in June, is now at August’s end. Leaves falling from limb and twig, its earthly-ways departing from their perfect place. Leaves the colour of a young girl’s brown eyes. Leaves blowing in through the open kitchen door, drifting…
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27 August: The Reality of Real
A Cadralor Poem The Reality of RealI.the stones aren’t real. a palette knife edgesthe cement, chipped paint stone grey matte. II.her shopping bag hangs limp. flaccid. handlehooks over her shoulder. recycled. real plastic. III.he texts women should be sweetlipped andgentle. She replies, “pillock. you’re unreal”. IV.it’s august heat but she wears a woolly scarf.her fiancé…
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26 August: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week – (a Cadralor poem) The Y In Wildfire I.August was a dry kiss of long thirstThe lean arm of a branch and root II.A dark sprawling road with no shelterfrom the torch of fire or crawling sun III.Summer’s short lived empire forgetsthe ways of a desert’s cruel trap…
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25 August: A Cadralor Poem
Of Wind and Water I.How I am blown apart by this hollow windand its shadowy choir riding a wild storm. II.It darkens wind within this dome of nightand sets sails like wings across grey seas. III.Let free my continuous thirst, let me yieldto dimples of rain on water, said the beach. IV.How the reeds rattle…
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22 August: dVerse Bends
Swept Along I was that childcarving channels down headlands,like unconquerable water around bends, I spread and filled,broadened and was swept along.Currents tossing aside old dreams for new ambitions;my heart grew wise,and now this old river gropes for one more bend. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #206 “bend”. Quadrille: 44-words sans title. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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20 June: dVerse Midsommar
Midsommar Her name is Lovisa. My grandmother. My father’s mother. My farmor. It was my first Midsommar, or Litha as she called it. With her in Sweden. Not all of that day I remember, and probably fill in the gaps with floral scents from garlands and wreaths of elderflowers and daisies. Those summer flavours of…
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17 June: A Cadralor: An Imperfect Calm
A Cadralor Poem: An Imperfect Calm I.Clouds rush by as if traveling life’s long road, and I’m glad of sapphire sky that’s breathless as runners in their race. II.Your eyes are the quiet darkness of sky, only the sharp glare of midday is strong enough to make me look away. III.Somewhere in a field a…
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14 June: A dVerse Fragment Poem
A fragment poem written around several italic lines from THE SECOND WIFE By Mary Willis ShueyThe Clearance I stifled my tears and went into the farmhouse where shelvedthose many years I saw the bareness of her life Five dressesSame Vogue dress pattern.Different fabric. Cotton. Floral.One plaid.I opened wide the closet where still hungthose dresses. Patched.…
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