Category: Poetic Forms
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A dVerse Response
Unalone I have a friend in stillness, in the dark, the cold of snow, the gaudy days, the nights of destitution, in the quiet, a moment, … almost, the sweet voice of wind, and old skin. That friend, nay, that confusion is a remote shadow, scattering my thoughts. I am unalone. I Have…
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dVerse Golden Shovel
To Break a Stone Let them meet. Would they laugh. Let them find their way through tempers. Not a pen, nor ink, scarlet and bloodied. Make them talk. A voyage in understanding. Me and you, he and him, her and she, let a conversation talk us out of our stone hardness. dVerse Bold…
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dVerse Quadrille #48.1
A Quantum Bounce It’s a form of freedom, I suppose, drawing your hair up into an elastic band, and then with the air teasing curls, off you bounce. She ran, feet light, legs long, a flouncing quantum bounce. I remember, when I used to run like that. For dVerse: Quadrille (44 words sans…
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dVerse Quadrille #48
On the Cobbles My sights are set on steep roads, sun-baked and wheel- worn cobbled ways. I am aimless through high forests of mist, undercover of desert- spawning sky, broad and wandered by reluctant heroes. I’ve no fear chasing the unknown; eventually, I will always bounce back. dVerse Quadrille #48 “bounce” (44 words).…
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Haibun 8.1.18
I looked it in the eye, that moon. It’s the colour of steaming milk, perfectly dropped in a dark joyful void — perfect for blind sleep — for someone who can. But not for me, I’m fixed on this constellation view, watching a winter moon swallow the sky. Night’s freckles shining Mistook those bright stars…
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dVerse Haibun: 13.12.17
My man with white hair and eyes like sky, he whistles with robins and hums with bees, my cheerful man with grandchildren on his knee, arms reaching up for him, he’s easy, his breezy smile, and he’s my happy surprise, that man with white hair. My castle wall His round tower heart Pardon the day…
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Day 29 NovPAD
A White Demise I watched a single white star fall from the sky. Should I be sorry for your whitened demise, Falling through darkness, flowing like spilt milk. I shed tears for you. NovPAD Day 29: write a response poem. Form: sapphic ode 3×11+1×5
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Changes for dVerse
We walk along the ageing edge of things, reading tombstones like book titles. Everyone has a story, you say, and I wonder what percentage of my story is a prank. It’s all too depressing here, you say, but I find Highgate strangely calming, as if existing amongst these fates is an affirmation. And the wind…
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dVerse Quadrille #45
Up in Smoke I remember him suffering inside a cloud of smoke in his chair. Rocking. He said he never found his proper place in the world. Claimed his cough was an allergy. He died later that year amidst pipes, cigar boxes, papers and a pitch-sticky spittoon. dVerse Quadrille #45 “Rock”
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Day 14 & 16 NovPAD
Whispered Encomiums And when the earth is dead, when it lays stiff and cold with one candle by its head and another set at its feet, we’ll mourn its passing in whispered encomiums of bird song and cedars, blue chiffon skies and seas salt-dyed and unkempt as we say rosaries, and recite from flyblown books…
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