Category: Poetic Forms
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3 September: For Tom’s Pioneer Poem Form
Reading Stars she is reading starswee pin quick wishes,or song birds singingfor sun and shadow.each star of night willreach the moon and seawee pin quick wishesshe is reading stars Tom’s Pioneer poem form axxxx, axxxx, bxxxx, bxxxx, cxxxx, cxxxx, axxxx, axxxx and max 5 syllables per line. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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2 September: A Haibun for Unicorn Challenge
And Here’s the Rub … Somewhere between the bridge over Rudder Creek, which Dad pronounced as crick, and the freshly pressed apple juice stand with that hard-to-miss red plastic apple on the roof, Mum starts telling Dad about the carny man who came visiting yesterday – he wanted to sharpen her knives, Mum said, and…
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31 August: A dVerse Ought Not Haibun
Ought Not I’m not sure about the year, but it was the summer that Mum painted the porch stairs emerald green. Greener than jade. And shiny enamel. I thought it looked like Amazon tree frog green. And she hung eight baskets of trailing fuchsias and forget-me-nots from the eaves off the back porch, as if,…
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30 August: dVerse Blue Moon
It’s Pulling On You A cold ember moon in my hand on this lyrical night, waxing and waning, worn, torn, and heavy twice in August. It lingers and hangs in its moonlight benediction. Only once in a blue moon, they say, and should I forget, that moon’s a kind of grief from the genius of…
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24 August: A Haibun
To Feed A man and a woman sit in chairs that through the passing of time have become his chair and her chair. The room is a warm beige colour, the name of which neither of them can recall, but it was a popular colour a few years ago. They both have the same colour…
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23 August: dVerse Quadrille Pines
Rooted in Pines A friend once told me,visit a graveyardwhen you’re depressed. You will feel happier. There’s a twitch widthbetween thislife and death. But I’m happy to root myselfunder tall pines, and I’m not enticed by a ledge that inventsa leap. For De’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets – to include is any form of the word…
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14 August: A Modern Sonnet (edited)
Note: I wasn’t happy with this, so I’ve tinkered with the stanzas. Only Ourselves, A Modern Sonnet Someone said heaven is in these hills.Valhalla, too, though it’s had its fill ofplundering a girl’s milk white flesh. But last rites were said, forgive his mess,him laid out flat, fingers interlaced as ifpleading, Please God take this…
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13 August: Crossing the Deep
An Elegy: Crossing the Deep Their boat sank with its music.Gone intonight’s dark yawn.The sky blind and cold,stars drowning the wearywho were rocked to sleep. Some raced to the deep.Faces and limbsscattered and sinking,mouths drinking up the sea.And still it lingers, a singing,a stillness of hymns, on the floor of boundless seathere in fathoms ……
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9 August: An AI Ekphrastic Poem
An Ekphrastic Poem That Wants to be Eden the scene was set with veiled scent of orangeand soul of roses bird song pricked primal sharp trees draped by Midas-touch broody birds, some egg-sat some wishing to be sky-flung like angels in the air and they sing and stutter talk to wind, to leaves by chance…
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