Category: Poetry
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26 May: GoDogGo Haibun
Inside Himself He’s happy. The Lego piece fits. That piece, which sat waiting, abandoned at the corner of the table in that space which bears his invisible question mark, well that piece now fits into the whole of it. And then, Oh man! he says, as a small red block with one nipple falls off,…
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24 May: A dVerse Summer Haibun
A robin’s on the fence, facing the neighbours garden, waiting for worms or bugs or both. I’m cutting chives to garnish cooked eggs. Hello there, I say as if a bird gives a tick about good manners and idle pleasantries. But to my surprise, it turns and stares at me. Its feathered breast is the…
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24 May: dVerse Corvid
A Very Unpleasant Poem I once saw a magpiesteal the eye of a lamb.Left it lame and blind,and in a fence entwined.The shepard’s dog sat watchall night that very spot.It waited for that magpie –soon in its mouth was caught. For dVerse Poets. Ingrid asks for a corvid poem. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image…
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24 May: A Mirroring
This a mirrored response to Debi’s Troiku haiku collection (with her permission). Debi’s is first; mine follows; it’s italicised. I encourage you to read Debi’s entire piece, it’s a beautiful poem. A Mirroring Pushing through the blindsyour photograph by the bedmy consolation. It collects my dustYour photograph by the bedLight splicing the blinds The rising sun flingsmy dreams…
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23 May: Portrait of a Fly
For Bushboy’s Monday Portrait. Bushboy’s Monday Portrait. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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23 May: An Erasure Poem
ROOMS The rooms inside were the exterior. Simply a room for idly mystified life. A mind’s mess. A temporary wicker. Not even hell. During April, I participated in a 30-day Found Poetry Challenge, sourcing text from the book Jaws by Peter Benchley. My method involved layers, changing the top layer’s opacity, and then erasing parts…
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21 May: 2 Cellos and a Storm
The Storm Every time the windchatters through the fence,voices mutter in the roof tiles.It’s the whim of sky. Its grip and shineof sulking rain are scented byfar off dry grass. And thenthat moment that vibrates ones bones, incandescentlightning, and basso-pitchedthunder as if heaven rolled over.So dark, so fluid it fills my ears, and I think,…
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20 May: An Erasure Poem
The Gnawing His caution and gnawing guilt was a living dead-end.He sat in a tiny airless room predicting his own destiny. During April, I participated in a 30-day Found Poetry Challenge, sourcing text from the book Jaws by Peter Benchley. My method involved layers, changing the top layer’s opacity, and then erasing parts of that…
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21 May: The Old Lantern
That lantern we inheritedfrom your mother. Its wick, still erect.Waiting to be lit. But it was the glass chimneythat your elbow struck. Shattered. Shardsfell about like rain. Cursed objects, you said,bound by will and testament, to keep and treasure,even when broken. Photo by Jaakko Kemppainen on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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18 May: July in Perugia
July in Perugia Shutters. Narrow balconies boundBy wrought iron and the setting sun.We’re collapsed by heat, and whenRain comes, we listen to its thrum,Me reclined and sleepless on the sofa,Like a Hollywood starlet, who’s pretendingTo seduce the heat of the evening. for dVerse Poets Quadrille “Sleep” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: Perugia from Unsplash.
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