Category: Poetic Forms
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28 July: A Cadralor Poem
16 July: A Cadralor PoemI.River Po flows sand on sand.It’s merely, if that, a trickle. II.Liguria’s crescent cups Portofino.Air scented with sea and cactus. III.Cannes is a slow progressagainst a doubled down sun.Swallows sweep the sunset. IV.Leonard Cohen is singing on the radio.I order steak. Red and rare. Wine to match. V.And the air snaps…
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24 July: Quadrille #180 Water
When Summer Smiles Blissful, this honeysuckle to the bees,kisses of Nirvana, clustered fruited trees. Hear the sweetness, a skylarks’s sprinkled song,clear as water down a thirsty throat. I’ll plant apple trees, its slant toward the sun,and on the table, rosebuds bending in a vase. Poem form Quadrille: 44 words (sans title) including the word “water”.…
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3 July: A Found Poem Cut Up: Summer
Written for #Poeticformschallenge A Found Poem: Cut Up Summer’s to dance, to weave throughbranches brushed of silk, colonnade of old cutsin the air, like a breeze that leaves delicate sound, thatebbs and flows to my heartbeat, a touch of soft high-pitchedbreeze. Note: I think I prefer this version to the original. I’ve done a lot of…
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2 July: A Cadralor Poem
A Cadralor Poem: Time and Tea I.Seems like just yesterdayI was wearing a woollen hat and long coat,I was hunched over a snow shovel,my grey hair, like tassels flying about,my surrender flags of whiteness. II.Summer is channelling air,warmth even in darkness,baby birds playing gramophones, sound waves,cleft mouths open and waitingfor their mothers, as soft as…
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25 June: An Elegy for My Aunt
Thanks For Asking The firewood shifts a little,and I remember thatI miss you. Our video calls.You always cared enough to ask,How are you. Our lettersand humour still flow over me, a soft-lipped smileto touch the earth. Your voiceis still singing –a sparrow’s song in leaves green,tunes pooling in every corner. You shine bright,a moon’s white…
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17 June: It’s Pronounced [bi″fid-o-bak-tēr´e-um]
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Day 17. Write a letter to future generations, urging them to cherish the natural world. To my darling grandchildren, I know your mum loves her sprays, the antibacterial and anti-fungal, floral scented and nose-pinching, but to kill bad bacteria is to kill them all. In your gut. On your skin. In the sink and down…
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6 June: for Poetic Bloomings
The last day of May, and the wind is a concussion. A howling violence. A motorcycle shriek. Leaves snap away from the day. But the wild garlic, its pearly blooms and barreling scent, it refuses intimidation. The rain comes in spines. In bricks. Sharp. A growl from a thousand miles out at sea. And a…
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31 May: Two dVerse
He Doesn’t Know She Eats These Like Sweets He’s crowing on again,eating chilli peppers –it is a manly thing. Can’t bear it when he’s peacocking. He fishes aroundfor another jalapeño.Pops it in. Chews.Sticks his tongue out. Come on, he says, Eat one.Oh, to fawn girliness, or not! For dVerse Quadrille “pepper” (44-words sans title) and Sarah’s…
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26 May: dVerse Quatern
And Once Again It’s … spring-kissed hills of old perfume, mysongster heart’s light as sky’s own blue.Long whisper tunes through cedar trees,Midas torches our sunset dreams. We stood, painting the vales ofspring-kissed hills, of old perfume, myred rose, sweet rose, my deep red loveof vivid green through shining rain. See the horseman without a horse,the…
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23 May: dVerse Haibun Memories
Nap Time My head is sideways on the desk. My arm for a pillow. Eyes closed, says the teacher. I hear the school clock. Narrow white noise without a past tense. I watch the minute hand. It hangs still as the day. 1st grade. It’s nap time. The details are gone, but I remember without…
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