Category: Poetry
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27 Sept: This Price of It
The Price of It I’m writing this on a piece of paper that was once a tree, cut down and ground and pulped, and made into something else that trees don’t know is a necessity of life. Like a loo roll. First grade: I’m writing on black slate with chalk. Circles round and round. Straight…
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30 September: Our Gaps
Our Gaps I’m sitting on a logthat has a heart carved into it.He’s sitting on the log oppositepicking at the bark. The campfire shifts, sparksclimbing into the night airto join all those errant stars. And I ask him,What are you thinking about,and he says, Nothing. I’ve never been able to do that,think about nothing, I…
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15 Sept: Some Fresh Air
Rain hat: yep. Rain coat: yep. Hiking boots: yes, and heavy socks. Camera: yep. Hankie: yep. Heading off for the wilds of the Peak District and the Lake District for a bit. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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13 Sept: Autumnal Crisp
Autumnal Crisp Leaves are falling. Heat drained them dry. A crumble from green, exposing their brown skeletal lace. Image: AI created by MidJourney’s bot ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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12 Sept: Poetic and AI Art
Lightning does dance, like high kicking skirt swirling puppets, their wooden shoes as raucous as thunder. This is a new project, creating poetic AI (artificial intelligence) art using the midJourney bot. Images are produced by “prompting” the bot with words (descriptive; styles; mood; technique; etc). This “AI” image is the bot’s interpretation of my poem. ©Misky…
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10 Sept: Jane’s Oracle Says
II. Meanwhile … her knees are cracking walnuts, it’s a painful sound when she stands or sits, and her heart makes a swooshing murmur sound, and she feels condemned by suggestion that being elderly made her old. Oracle words from Jane. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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8 Sept: Jane’s Oracle Words
III. Meanwhile … she keeps that private promisebetween herself and her old dog –every morning when she walksinto the empty kitchen she’ll say,Good morning, dog, and glanceover to where it used to sleep ina soft nest of flocked cotton andlose swaddled polyester, and whenshe finds a bit of chalky white hairrolling vague and lazy in…
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7 Sept: dVerse Labour
Roofers Dance With Ladders Roofers are built for it – short, compact, muscular. Can you fix it, I ask. Roofers know the sky isn’t blue. Roofers know samurai steel when they twist into the wind. Roofers tango with loose tiles. Roofers dance with ladders. Yes, he says. Easily. dVerse Poets: A quadrille (44 words, sans title)…
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6 Sept: Jane’s Oracle Says
Meanwhile … (revised) all that crayon grey smoke pulling heavy on morning mist, leering at scabby fields seized by flame, and you feel the heat of fire asleep under your feet, and those flames are a herd of wild camels on the move. Oracle words shared by Jane. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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5 September: VV Anthology
A Voile Dream That’s why it begins like that, in the middle of a dream … in mid conversation … me and a tiger who fell through a voile sky. And the tiger says, What do you see? And I say, summer milkiness and bramble thorns, days fit to embroider on silk, and rivers wanting…
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