Category: Poetry
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18.11: dVerse Quadrille
The Internet Is Down Again Come on, you sulking hulk,we coax you from the dark,we whisper to your routers,and promise you the clouds.Rise now, little lights,shake off your grumpy moody gloom.The world waits, half-breathing,for your bright return.Come on, Cloudflare, wake up! Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille (44 words) “coax”. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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Day 18 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. The Architecture of a Gardener (Accentual Verse) I am no dreamerpolishing lies,nor doom-filled soulrooting in grief. I am the…
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Day 17 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of an Omen (Long Form — Trope) The crow landswith that heavy black punctuationhe always brings,as if the day itselfneeded a full stopbefore beginning again. People call him an omen,a bad-luck feather,a shadow stitchedto the world’s hem. But this is not doom.This is direction. He tilts his head,eyes…
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17.11: Liturgy for Black that Remembers
A Liturgy for A Black that Remembers Of ReasonWe gather at Vantablack.A surface that is a hole,a pigment that is absence,a door that is not a door,but a consequence. We speak to the Black That Remembers. Of PortentsThey slow their steps;their instincts hum a warningolder than sight. The crow,feathered in a lesser dark,names it for…
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Day 16.11 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of Chaos and a Star You must have chaos within you—not a storm to be calmed,but a raw, swirling nebulaof all you have lost,and loved,and feared. A fertile, screaming dark. Let it spin.Let it howl.Let it carve canyonsthrough your ribs, Because this holy, terrible frictionignites possibility. Do not…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Old Woman and the Haunted Slow Cooker The slow cooker hums monkish chants at midnight—a low, greasy dirgethat smells of Wednesdaysand possibly the 1520s. The old woman pries it open:inside, a stew that definitely contains: Wormhole carrotsA whisper of “buy more sardines”One pearl button (from a shirt she never owned) The cat, not hers…
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Day 15 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. The Architecture of a Monster (long form) It did not hate the trees,that held a thousand years of dawn.They…
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15.11: Journal of Thoughts
Senryu we left the lights onas if love might lose its wayin all that silence Haiku fir trees heavy-limbed,footsteps vanish into duskone warm room remains Written for SenHai Saturday. Poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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Day 14 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. A lament for the children of Gaza, a sorrow spoken in the oldest rhythms I know. The Architecture of…
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Day 14 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment A poem written in witness to the children of Gaza; not to explain, but to honour the question of who they were before the world forgot their names. The Architecture of Who Who is this child—a clinical acronymfor a soul lost in dust? Who watchesthrough a veil of tears,whose stomach…
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