Category: Poetic Forms

• dVerse Haibun #24

  A Reach Beyond That bridge was a perfect thread. A muscle painted red, as if pre-rusted for weather, dressed in dregs for fog. Motionless in its long posture, and locked in love like opposites attract. And there was no pretence that it was something other than its intended purpose — a pier across the air…

  Misky

  Oct 31, 2016

  dVerse, Poetic Forms

  bridges, fog, metaphors

• dVerse Quadrille #19

  Those In-Between Times During that lost in-between time, when my pen drew dust, and my thoughts scattered, and my inner voice wrote every conversation — During that no-nothing time, I didn’t know myself, cared little for myself; broken hearts have no spark. And I became my worst enemy.     for dVerse: Quadrille #19. Forty-four…

  Misky

  Oct 25, 2016

  dVerse, Poetic Forms, Uncategorized

  quadrille

• We Brought Down the House

  image by “They All Slept Here” by Ilenia Pezzaniti. Poem written for Rattle’s Ekphrastic Challenge for September 2016, and dVerse Open Night

  Misky

  Oct 20, 2016

  Poetic Forms

  ekphrastic poetry

• dVerse Haibun #23

  Gorillas on the High Street This is what happens when gorilla shops move in. Pirañas on the High Street, eating up the small shops. Devourers of familiarity. Over there is the store where I bought that white blouse, bright as sunlight. It’s a rusted sign and soaped windows now. Can’t see in; can’t see out.…

  Misky

  Oct 19, 2016

  dVerse, Poetic Forms

  Haibun, shops

• dVerse Quadrille #18

  Forty-Four Words About Clouds I watched white-eyed clouds today as they gnawed at the sky, carved shapes that sang of twisted and turning lifetimes. They were incarnations of dreams, of paused imagination forged like cast iron mountains and stretching long as cirrus grass. I lay there. Watching. Drowning.     dVerse’s Monday Quadrille (i.e.., 44…

  Misky

  Oct 11, 2016

  dVerse, Poetic Forms

  clouds, quadrille

• dVerse Haibun #22

  Ten Doves on Her Roof She says she wants them gone. Ten white doves on her roof. They’ve nested below the solar panels, there where warmth is a gathered renewable. There where two doves are now ten. There where white feathers fall lazy as February snow. There where fledglings pace the roof, grasp at courage…

  Misky

  Oct 4, 2016

  dVerse, Poetic Forms

  doves, Haibun, nature

• dVerse’s Quadrille #17

  Moonlight I am under the shadow of white. There where night falls in response to the turn of the moon. There where time is an old squabble, a stopped stone, that moon-hard slope. I am an apparition. Faceless. Cold blue and dim as dusk.     dVerse Quadrille #17 including the word shadow

  Misky

  Sep 26, 2016

  dVerse, Poetic Forms

  Moonlight, quadrille

• Poetic Bloomings In-Form: Naani

    I’m content to cook, to fill platters and gather up friends and family — time is lost on us.     written for Poetic Bloomings In-Form: Naani The NAANI is one of India’s most popular Telugu forms introduced by poet Dr. N. Gopi. It consists of 4 lines, totalling 20 to 25 syllables. It…

  Misky

  Sep 22, 2016

  Poetic Bloomings, Poetic Forms

  nanni, Poetic Forms

• dVerse Poets Haibun Monday

  Conversations with My Mother I wish her a happy birthday. She turned 92 yesterday. She once said she prefers that I phone. Don’t bother with a visit, she said, we get on better when you ring. I make allowances. She 92. I wonder if I’ll make it to 92. I wonder if anyone will make…

  Misky

  Sep 19, 2016

  dVerse, Poetic Forms

  changes, elderly, mothers

• A Bussokusekika for Poetic Bloomings

  Bare Bones Yesterday’s calm slipped into a blind feral wind, naked and ruthless, a murdered bruising day for wasps drunk on whiffs of apple with bare bones that gores the sky.     for Poetic Bloomings: Form bussokusekika 5.7.5.7.7.7

  Misky

  Sep 9, 2016

  Poetic Bloomings, Poetic Forms

  bussokusekika, late summer, wasps