Category: Poetry
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AprPAD — Day 2
UNTITLED to lie still with woodland moss, a daffodil — this is life now life then when I was quick — white-ruffed, a surprise at the crest of a hill, off and away, a glint of silver my shadow never tired of my speed morning sun a kiss ecstasy then and still Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day…
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AprPAD — Day 6
THE GULL in flight white cliffs,wheeling heights,horizons looseningat their edges he is a shipful of sky wings swept cleanby a lick of salt he watches wavesfold into themselves Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: water
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AprPAD — Day 5
Below a Broad Branch whilesummer stormrolled the horizon, he stood beneath its reach,trusted the shade. aloof,watching in silence until the last stray boltfound himand brought him down. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Safety
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AprPAD — Day 4
Her Geometry the splendour of it,how it turns inward smiles, tears,stored like old Junes that friend,sadness of wilt. I cravedthe butter of words she tookthe shape I cast the joywas brief as warmth but the stingkept sounding Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: friends
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AprPAD — Day 3
Day 3: Open the Sky she opens the skyuntil it spills stars. opens her mouthbefore the storm arrives takes it inrain, distance, thunder, takes a pagewhere nothing shows writes until the air shifts a silence that opensand breaks spitting out rainand stars Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: open_(blank)
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The Old Woman With No Cat
A Cupful of Moon The old woman with no catdigs where the crow dropped her house key,a hole just moonbeam-wide,neatly spooned between two failuresof courgettes. Her spade hits porcelain.Not bone.Not root.A teacup …a drowned saint,half-sunk in the drought-starved clay,glazed in sorrow and stained by Earl Grey. The crack in its sidesings in a language of…
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0504: A Cantata
A Cantata Speak to meof green, she said. I said —vertigris, crushed mint,a willow’s yawn,sap rising, a celloin a maple’s veins. Hear it — bird-staccato,crow’s low oboe through the breezein polished bark. Breathe it — fern,grass bladesscissoring light, pine resinhumming slow gold. It waitsuntil you press your earto a leaf and listento what is leaving.…
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AprPAD — Day 01
1 Day: Rapeseed Blooming in an Open Field an arrow of sunor that yellowcareless as fire in dry grass its strength buriedin twisted roots blossoms pelting the skyand not asking each seed a throatbreaking open the field risingnot holybut louder than prayer Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Seed
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0404: Journal of SenHai
Persistence Senryu:we rush through our days the stream takes its time insteadand still gets further Haiku:narrow canyon wallswater threads through ancient stone time learns how to flow Written for SenHai Saturday #46 ©Misky 2006-2026. Image from Unsplash.
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0304: ST(R)AY – The Book
ST(R)AY This book is a meeting place. Black-and-white film photographs by Nick Maroudis sit alongside poems by Marilyn Braendeholm, each page holding a small moment of attention. A dog crossing a road. A pause in passing light. A life moving quietly alongside our own. These are not stories of rescue or loss. They are simply…
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