Category: Poetry
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Miz Quickly’s Day 7: Part 2 – The Scent of a Place ✓
Those Wild Poppies … In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick! Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. You scorn shadows from shafts of wheat, scornthe corn and its rigid rod.You bend and…
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Miz Quickly’s Various Degrees of Green
Various Degrees of Green I hope that I am neverdisappointed in spring,that medical grade neon greenstripped of its mortality it’s noisy and brash, and yet I painted green on the wall to reflect calm and quiet, bring outdoors … In. But spring green is anything but quiet. It’s a noise that pops and pulls at…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 4: A Sonnet with Consonant Near-rhymes
Still Searching Everyone’s trying to find their way home,to what was. Wrongs. Rights. Some justicefor what’s buried, like a tune whose lyricssit on the tip of your tongue, or that hymn God loves his children, be faithful to Jesus.Grandma was faithful, praying daily, lestJesus in his loin cloth hanging on the walldidn’t hear her anymore.…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 3: Now/Then/When
Blackberrying Couplets blackberriesping – the bottom of a pail, stick stuck pricked bybriars and vines, like ravenous arms in august heatand fireweed, stumps and trees against bare legsbumps and welts, itch and scratch, fire ants lotions dabon calamine, paste of soda, vinegar, whine blackberriesin a pot, a spill of sugar, a skin of jam blackberriesso…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 2: Break/Broke/Broken
And Another Thing Broken Iguanas are dreamingthey’re alligators, and night is broken by dreams, the moon’s prowlingaround street corners, sniffing like a dogat protesting stars, and nobody’s sleeping – we’re all broken by dreams. Written for Miz Quickly “break/broke/broken” Image is from Unsplash. ©Misky 2021…
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Miz Quickly’s: 1 December 2021
On Two Turned Legs This is about a wicker chair,one of four pushed roundMum’s maple dining table,that my not-yet-husbandbroke as he leaned backon its turned spindle legs,the seat giving way, and the wicker frayed, andit was on this day that mynot-yet-husband wentold-school and asked myfather for my hand to wed,and as my mother surveyedthe damage,…
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dVerse Fragments
Five Tercet Fragment Poems I. Writing letters with Words slipping in between Rusty spells gone off II.Cold, and she’s frightened Of moonlight. It’s ice Like bleached bone and whispers III.It’s a long journey through winter It’s alive And standing. There IV.Everyone is somewhere You reappear like a sorrow That keeps on…
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For VV December Vol 9 Chapter 2
Visual Verse: December 2021 A Stone Horse This horse wants to sink its feetin the ground, scratch its rumpagainst the sky, and fill itsvacant hours with memories of meadows, scented hay andsweet green grass. A dusty roadto run and run on, and to gallopover the juices of earth, and to never return from where it…
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For Visual Verse Anthology on Instagram
I’ve Been Thinking About Lost friends that I used to ring,to wish them a happy birthday,or maybe complain about work, or the sort of friends that youwouldn’t ring because you weren’tthat close, or maybe you would ring them once every few years,and then you’d feel all warmand kindhearted for doing it. But mostly I’m thinking…
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Day 30.1: NaPoWriMo 2021
Meeting of Two Minds Is this the road that takes you to your end,the one you’ve followed through seasons, journaled it in a personal diary, and locked it with a little brass key. Is this your ordnance survey,your uncharted map, where your influences meet. Is this where your river forks into indecision. Where is your…
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