Category: Poetry
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and the Sardine Campaign(Or: This is How a Cat Conquers a Tin of Sardines, Miss Violet đ) The cat sits in the middle of the kitchen floor,a tin of French sardines clutched between his paws. The good kind.The lemony kind. The kind the Old Woman hides on the top shelfbehind the oatmeal. He…
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20 May: Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness on a Tuesday Afternoon Rain arrived exactly on cue today,like a polite actor entering stage left at the BBCâs command âthree oâclock,said the weatherman,and at three oâclock the sky obliged for precisely five minutes,just enough to silver the windows,just enough to make the world smell briefly of wet pavement and leaves,just…
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19 May: dVerse Ekphrastics
Bride with a Fan She is made of hush âblue air, white petals,a face turned inwardas though listeningfor the vow before it is spoken. The veil does not hide her;it teaches light to soften.Even her silence seems paintedwith a tremor of winter sky. In her hand, the fan openslike a small, private weather,something between a…
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19 May: dVerse Dogs
Her Heart She will alwaysbe my lastâ last dog,last thought. Blind and deaf,I held herwhen the stroke came, felt her heartagainst the pulseinside my arms. She lefther shadowin my heart. Her namewas Molly. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille of 44-words about a dog. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original work.©Misky 2006-2026.
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18 May: The Liturgy
Liturgy for the Burning of Iron(Sussex, 1838âwhere the poor refused to starve in silence) I. The Ledger of HungerEngland asked for more.Not more work âthe labourers gave that already,their backs bent to the sickle,their hands calloused by the scythe,their winters surrenderedto a season that never paid its debts. England called for silence.For gratitude.For wages that…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat’s Vertical Oppression(Or: Why the Good Stuff Is Always on the Top Shelf) The cat stands before the pantry,face like grievance,gazing up at the top shelfwhere the good sardinesgleam like a golden fleece. âExplain,â he says,âwhy the best fishare alwaysout of reach. Not impossible.Not mythical.SimplyâŠup there. This is not accident.This is architecture.Oppression.â The Old…
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16 May: Journal of SenHai
Senryuhe stares down at melike someone deciding whetherI am worth the fuss Haikumorning pelicansea-light rests along his beakthe sky stands upright Written for Susi’s SenHai Saturday #52. Photo by Rod Long on Unsplash. ©Misky 2006-2026.
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16 May: dVerse Lists
A List Poem in Two Minutes columbine,iris, yellow,blue, the birdbaththe same colour. the pots are too. thistles,foxgloves, a cuckoosinging a kettleâs song. hammer,nails, a ladder long, scaffold rails, and the dayrolls on. Written for Björn’s dVerse Poets prompt to create a list poem. Some images created with Midjourney; all writing is authentically my own original…
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15 May: Journal of SenHai
Mist Water and Wood Senryuhalfway to somewherethe stairs decide to lingerwith the quiet tide Haikumonochrome waterempty steps descend through mistsilence holds the rail Written for SenHai Saturday #51. I am playing catch-up as I was away when the image prompt was posted. Violet’s post reminded me that I’d forgotten this one. Not all images are…
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15 May: Journal of Thoughts
The Weather of Me hail on the roof,wind worrying the trees, leaves torn loosewithout apology, and I rememberhow I walked. never the easy path. always the onethat cut,that asked,that took its duein small relentless ways. I would still choose it now, quickly, and wear its lessonslike a dare. it made a weather of me that…
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