Category: Poetry
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2 June: Box Tree Caterpillar
The Box Tree Caterpillars Sometime during nighttime’sdoorful of sky, they made mischief. Moths laying eggs. Spinningwhite web shrouds. They’re all over the place, he says. Last week the eggs started hatching. Caterpillars, eating my box trees.Stringy threadsof stripped sticks and stems. Oops. Overdosing on S alliteration there. Those moths partitioned my world.Me vs caterpillars. I’m…
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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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30 May: MLMM Photo Challenge
Wing and Tail Feathers It’s a flying dream,across blue stained sky,into a womb of clouds. Wind, full on my face.I glimpse earthly contoursswayed as an old mare’s back. The wind jumpsas I punch through the air.I am wing and tail feathers. … ne ultra crepidam … I am no hawk.I am no kite.Nevertheless, I am…
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29 May: Delving into MLMM
Collage 1.Planted new climbers last week. Roses. Yellow and peachy pink. They’re already reaching up the trellis. Already aphids. 2.Lettuces, tomatoes and lupins, and one red fox. Innumerable cats, And there’s a dying patch of grass, thanks to the fox. 3.All I remember of my first grade teacher is her pearls rolling across the floor. She had a broom. We assumed…
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28 May: for RDP Chautauqua
Found Any Time, Any Place And she said,A poet who doesn’t look for answersisn’t a poet. But I look for moments, I said.As if tomorrow I might lose my mind.As if tomorrow I might lose my sight. And she said, Ask yourself,Why do old women return to the Church. I knew why.My god-fearing mother did…
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28 May: Ragtag Daily 26-27.05
I. Broken I talk to drought beaten plants that disappear before my eyes, driven by no road to their end. Bees are already a memory. Wind cutting like broken glass. And I don’t know what dead land this is. Written for ragtag daily prompt on 26.05.23 “driven” II. Tea Dried and sun-crisp parched, a silver spoon ringing against fragile china clay. Scented like a head full…
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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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24 May: dVerse Painting
To Be A Wolf To be a wolfLying lean and lock-heartedA blunt scythe that will abandon the moon To be a prowling smileA crescendo’s fangA voice that creases and folds UnapologeticUnamendedUntraceably dry To be a wolf, lost as any whistleTo be a wolf who’ll just slip away Poem inspired by dVerse Poets “Portrait…
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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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22 May: FOWC Lively
Lavender Literally Ringing in Their Ears More livelythan I amat this hour. Morning windowpaneslight up.Glass clear. Beesnoisy as a main street. Dancingbetween petals,between 4 spot weaver spiders. Their cellophanewings tremble,their banded thoraxhummingsomething literal. Words: 59. Fandango’s One Word Challenge #FOWC “Lively.” AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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