Category: Poetic Forms
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A Diminished Hexaverse for Poetic Bloomings
Beyond Rust and Red My pen grows silent as a silhouette. I write of life, write with dues of truth’s bones. Beyond rust and red. My first poem was red like that. An untidy dark appetite. Like father’s final words, gone unheard. He slept, We slept. Silence. Poet form: “Diminished Hexaverse” — A…
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dVerse Quadrille #10
A Bit of Lunch with My Cousin A piece of me came to visit, a genetic piece — my cousin. We shot the breeze over lunch. Fish and chips by the seaside, Bank Holiday Monday. Weather poured down on us, and the wind howled fury — my hair tangling in ketchup and chips. My…
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A Nonce for Miz Quickly
A White Moth Wander I am a moth dressed in cheddar white, a celebration of what I once was. Before my edges blurred heavy and dull, and will heaven lower itself when my time comes – so I can reach it? So cruel and so tender is age, and my virtues are scarce vices; my…
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A Bit of Sriracha Red
A Bit of Sriracha Red I. My strongest memory from kindergarten is not what I learned, although I must’ve learned something, but rather it’s the iron grills in the wooden floors that blew hot air from the belly of that hell-shackled furnace hidden in the school basement. I’d stand there on the iron grill,…
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dVerse Haibun #14
Note: This hasn’t gone at all where I wanted it to, so I might take it apart and play with its innards later. Counting Numbers To melt. To melt. Into this stress. Into my ears, sticky-thick. Hear that beat. That struck tick. That clock. Free my bruised breath. Count. On one. I step. On…
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An Etheree for dVerse
Toast The air seems distant, no landscape to see. Dusty purple greys the hills. The sky breaks out in argument with weather as air holds warm and motionless. It’s one of those simple things, like walking through fire to toast some bread. written for Victoria’s dVerse Etheree prompt of building a geometric shape…
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Three More Ryūka Poems
Three Variations on a Ryūka I. I made wishes on mindless stars The full moon pulling song from me But words died in my throat that day My face was stained with tears II. A robin’s singing to me Such a sturdy song A simple summer memory A sharp and broken tone III. The sun…
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The 10th Word for Miz Quickly
for Miz Quickly’s Aspirational ten words. This is the tenth: neighbor. Or alternatively: neighbour. Again, an American Sentence with 17 syllables.
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9 Out of 10 Cats are American Sentences
The stars fall out of heaven and they sting the night with a thousand bees. That brisk trumpet-voice is an ocean’s heart, the song of infinite tides. The day is weary and undone, and we whisper clear our doubtlessness. We watched the sky turn to smudged light, and asked questions of its sorceries. The wax…
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