Category: Poetry
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5 June: Is This Tragedy
Is This Tragedy She’s at this land’s edge looking into machete-sharp light.He’s leaving.He’s burning it all down. His ship sails out of her echoesinto a taunting sea. Her heart leaks music. She watches land’s end. Written for K. Hartless Petite Pen at Yardsale of Thoughts, painting by Vincente Romero. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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4 June: dVerse Dissonance
Dissonant Weather the rain rainthe tick tickand pitpat off guttersgurgling anddrowning the ground withgushand swill squishas worms float intothe flash of a black bird’s beak for dVerse Poets: Dissonance in Poetry. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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3 June: Against a Wall
Against a Wall Two women lean their backsinto the arch of a glass sky,spirits laid bare and free,a painting on a wall. Their bodies are bloomingsoft as silk sun, and they’refilled with irony and life,adorning imperfections. For them, ordinary is weak,and fork-clean. Friendsin-sync, neuro ad neuro.Like a final quit-cigarette. Women always lean backon a voice…
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2 June: #TLT 3 Line Thursday
My stacked biscuit bonesMy knobbled hickory stickTreading where wings were For Ink In Thirds #TLT Today’s word, which cannot appear in the poem, is: spine ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image is mine.
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1 June: Sanctify
Sanctify I remember our last goodbye. A small slip of a tear between us. A kiss on the cheek. Yours felt surprisingly cold for a scorched autumn day, and I remember the blue-eyed sky, the old orchard, apples that fell like red hoofs thundering on the ground, and sunlight was my eternal joy. I have…
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31 May: Some Days
Some Days A seagull landed on my roof.It looked around and around.Doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a lighthouse though. Some days I’m a lighthouse.Some days I’m the sea.Some days I want to drown,and I confuse myself when I float. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: Drowned by Vasily Perov, Original Title: Утопленница, date: 1867
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30 May: An Erasure Poem
A Nod to Not Listening A frail old manstoodstaring out. He looks awful.Eyes sunkenand dark. Skin like mayonnaise. He nodded at dying,We’re not listening, he said. Image: by F. Goya, An Old Man and a Monk. from the Black Paintings series. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter.…
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29 May: Three Line Thursday
I.Now that I havea perfect reply,say that again. II.In a chairsat by a sunny windowit’s another day. III.I had but that one. Black. Vinyl. Grooved.Scratched mid-song. Skip.Skip.Repeat.Skip.Teddy Bears’ Picnic. By heart, I’d repeat each word. For Three Line Thursday. Three lines; max 10 words each line. “playback” #TLT shared with @inkinthirds on Twitter. ©Misky 2022
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28 May: A Sevenling
Where the Rain Falls Up there on the north sideof the house where moss clingsemerald thick on the roof tiles, and where the grey lead guttersbroaden into thirsty throats for rainand sag from the pressing years, I found a rebellious daisy growing. Poem form: A Sevenling. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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27 May: A Contrapuntal Poem
Entanglement The air is breathing softly,and I hear last night’s rain fallingthrough the trees. An umbrella sky. Itstands as tall as sunflowers. And sunshine,so I hang out the bedlinen andwhite cottons to dry on the line. A small miscalculation. A bird has flown into the clothesline.Don’t we all make them. Our direction. Lost. The needle…
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