Category: Poetry
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dVerse Quadrille #151
A Little Night Noise What is thatbuzz in my ear. That static in my head. White noise and nightgownsand old womenwho can’t sleep fromthe noise. Rattling hisseslike an old iron poton the boil. Just pour me intoa silent pocket of night. Written for dVerse Quadrille #151 “static” Image from Wikiart, Shape and Noise of Motorcyclist by Giacomo Balla,…
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3 May
The ferns not quite unfurled. The hostas cupped open for rain yet to come. Two apple trees – one sans blossom, one a white blizzard of buzzing bees. The photo is mine. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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2 May: It’s Monday
It’s MondayA day of laundrySlack clotheslines Candour of dying flowersPetalless tulipswith swollen heads My head seems neverquiet or silent, perhapsbecause it’s Monday ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image Seamstresses at Atelier Paquin, Paris, by Isaac Lazarus Israëls 19c WikiArt
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1 May: A Return to Gold Grease
Already the haired seeds of dandelions fly. Gathered and scattered and filling the air with their blurry truss. Wind-swimming a return to their greasy gold. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image from Unsplash
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GloPoWriMo Day 30: A Cento Poem
Te Dominus Amat (a cento poem) And Te Dominus amat was all you said.Like a dream that makes youwant to go back to sleep. Magnified applesappear and disappearwith shades and echoes of whispered vespers by a hissing lamp.Blue-horned beetles scratchagainst the night sky, and Te Dominus amat was all you said. Lines 1 and 10:…
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New Chapter at Washing Dragons
Volume 1 Chapter 5.5 is available to read at That’s No Way to Wash a Dragon. A Fish Named Spot ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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GloPoWriMo Day 29: First 48 Hours
A Poem After Frank O’Hara’s Why I am Not a Painter The First 48-Hours of Motherhood this small thing that shrieksand hollers, and shatters my edges it thinks it’s something vitallike rain or heaven what is it trying to say, never sureif it’s mad and sane, or stupid or not does its thoughts stretch as…
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GloPoWriMo Day 28: On the Road
Cow On The Road The old cowstands in the rain, elementally green,singing its vapours and eating bruisedred fuchsia bells. Its song’s nothing special, no stories, news,no talk overheard, and it devoursour views of luminous doom,and just listens. Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 28: write a concrete poem. I spent all morning trying without success. There’s a…
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On Visual Verse
I’m delighted that The Woman Wore Red is published by Visual Verse this month. If you have spare minute, pop on over for a read. Every month, Visual Verse offers a new image for ekphrastic inspiration, one hour to write 50-500 words (prose or poetry). The editorial staff select 100 of their favourites from the submissions. It’s fun. It’s…
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Magnetic Poetry: #1 A Cadralor Poem
A Cadralor Poem from Magnetic Word Tiles I.I recall it asa windor a shinelike a dream languagelike the will of sky. II.I recallflat bottom cloudsdowny grey and pouting,and wearing tallwhite hats. III.I recall it asa scent of snappingair, and it seemedtoo full andready to burst. IV.I recall learningthat angels live on clouds,and God spokea language…
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