Category: Poetic Forms
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5 April: A Three Stanza Fibonacci Sequence Poem
A Three Stanza Fibonacci Sequence Poem From the Oracle’s Randomly Generated Words Thewind’ssingingwith our skin,storms like you and I,forests from one whispering sky, Moonspraysmooth asdiamonds,together we havethe sea’s language of life and death. YouandI saidsleep stills time.Together we haveforests from one whispering sky, Process notes: The typical fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem…
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19 March: A List Poem for a Sequoia
A List Poem for a Sequoia Bark in vertical plates of old weathered skin. Ravines. Deep as sky. Lungs of cilia breath. Clinging heart of ancient fantasy. Of petrichor scent, airborne as distant and unknown lovers. Of esters and alcohols. Of vanilla and pineapple. Cognac. A woodpecker’s sharp beak. Resin flows. Inspired by the music…
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29 January: Cinquain
Dressed for Sleep These nightsbefore spring comes,these nights dressed in flannelwhite on white like a moon risingalone. A Cinquain (1:2/2:4/3:6/4:8/5:2) for Poetic Bloomings: Five Line Poetry #474. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.
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16 January: Magpies, Crows, and a Heron
There’s a magpie walking around the garden with an apple core in its mouth – sounds like a wire of wind within its throat. Yesterday, there were two crows fighting over a bone bigger than they were long, both in moods like darkening sky. My neighbour has a fish pond, koi, I think they are,…
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22 December: Winter Solstice Cadralor
A Solstice Light Winter solstice morning in Miami. 7:03am. The sun cuts the clouds. A sliver chases away darkness from where it hides. Below chairs. Under beds. Below bedsheets. This divine light brings me joy. Coffee on the balcony. 9:35am. White candle lit. I recite, all by memory. Eyes closed to noise. Morning traffic. There’s…
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1 November: The Season Leaves Should Love
I.I really should love this season, gilt and ruby leaves that move with the wind, catch and hang in spider webs. But I don’t. People in my family always die in the winter. Every last damned one. II. We are like grass. Some always die, but most lift their veil in spring and renew. Recharge.…
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7 October: A Quadrille for dVerse
Feather Something as pure as a feather,a bleached bone quill,a white wisp vane, maybe fallen froman albatross in a brush with an angel. Or an owlsitting in withering elderberries. A feather hangs in knotted websof a spider, opalized by moonlight. A 44-word (sans title) quadrille written for dVerse Poets “brush”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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30 September: A Pioneer Poem
A Ghost of You Time won’t heal this scar –I’m your scattered ruin.Your touch, how much‘fore your scent leaves mywaking sleep and dreams.Take your weedy walk –I’m your scattered ruin.Time won’t heal some scars. A Pioneer Poem for MPP “haunted”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text…
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10 September: A Haibun SOCS and RDP
The Water Back then, the village pond was for washing work horses. A few years ago someone put carp in there. And the pea soup came, a peculiar kind of dark downward vegetating mush and grass that pressed against the fish. It sucked the oxygen out the water. The carp floated to the surface like…
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3 September: for RDP and SOCS (trigger warning)
Choices I.A man walks into a forest. Climbs an oak tree, ties a rope around a branch, then around his neck. And jumps. He chooses not to think about who finds him. II.A vicar lights a candle. Chooses a prayer for a boy he once gave first communion. He tells a mother her son cannot…
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