Category: Poetic Forms
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15 Jan: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
Fragments of a 10-Year Old I watched her kiss our waitress by the bins behind the Pancake House – they held each other like a secret, and that memory fell into this drop of ink along with flowers that eat meat and ravenous weeds that digest flies, and I remember that my father’s voice made…
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2 Nov: dVerse Promises
Promise I look at youth,filled with future and certain-truth.Half-doubting that lifeis passing away. So many things of ecstasy.The promise of a kiss.A smile.A breeze against one’s skin.A falling star. A question that never askswhat we are is what we were. Written for dVerse Quadrille “promise” . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as…
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23 October: Bleed the Wind
Bleed the Wind (Haibun) 1.Winter swept in, and whipped through the roses. Its thorns ripped, tore and bled the wind, and there were no words to fall on paper that wouldn’t stick to the nub of my pen … but words I found in the whispers of the forest, in the colours of all things…
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18 Oct: for dVerse’s Quadrille
La Petite Mort Watch her buckles and buttons shinelike fading light of a waning moon.She dances alone with the ancients,leaping over fallen trees, ferns and mosses.They watch her dance until the musicin her head vanishes.Until her song is gone.La petite mort. Note: 1) rewritten/condensed from Six Sentence Story. 2) La Petite Mort: I know the…
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15 Oct: dVerse Quadrille
No Light His was a heart that was closedand locked forever,and though his words were light,airy as any leaf,as if his thoughtswere swept clean by the sea,he carried it, a terrible weight,that of heavy grief, Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille 210 “light”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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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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