Category: Poetry
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For Miz Quickly’s Day Two: All About Heat
Miz Quickly’s Day Two: All About Heat I.I Remember Rain That Felt Like Silk I’ll be an old nag, obdurate, andstill sucking on a Werther’s Originalby the time temperatures soar likewhat Attenborough’s always saying, and I reckon the wind will bloweight-beats to a measure with yourhair-blowing cyclonic in your face,with brown-burnt grass torched off the…
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You’ll Always Heal
You’ll Always Heal It was shortly after I broke my bedroom window with a cricket ball, which by the way wasn’t my fault, my little sister threw like a girl and I swung a bat like a boy, and it wasn’t my fault that she didn’t catch the ball when I threw it back a…
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For Miz Quickly Day 1
Five Pieces for Day One I. Sinking Ships That summer the lake was deep, dark and bottomless.I hadn’t learned to swim yet. I remember thinking,So this is what a sinking ship feels like as it goes down.Dad backed the boat right off the ramp that summer. II. Van Gogh GoldMum bought herself a new wedding…
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Experiment: Tick Tick Tock Of A Clock
My Heart Goes Tick Tock Thereisaclockinmyroomwhosetocktickswiththebeatofmyheart. Each word is one syllable, mimicking the tick of a clock. I tried to upload an audio file of my own grandfather clock, but WordPress wants me to pay for that privilege. No thank you, not today. ©Misky 2021 The clock above is not mine, unfortunately – it’s…
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for Twiglet #246
Morning It’s morning sunlight through windows,walls dazzle, andI stop in this universe of light.It warms the air, my face.It holds my shadowin its stride. And right now,there is only me.No one else.No tears, ills, or poverty. Just me in this momentof forever light. For Twiglet 246: the sun sits pretty. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky…
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For One Liner Wednesday
Bounce A single blossom just now bounced on the rosebush, as if nudged by a breeze (of which there is none), or touched by the hand of someone’s memory. Mum died on this day a few years ago. For One Liner Wednesday #1linerWeds. Photo is my own. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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It’s Just Weather: Heat
It’s Just Weather: Heat We rise with the sun,before the full of heatcrowds the clouds and skims the colour from the day. This is harvest day,clear and hot, a heatusually reserved for ovens,and it leaves our bonessimmered white and limp as foam on foam.…
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for dVerse Poets: Haibun Monday
It’s Just Words Someone once said that I was a prolific. As a writer. At the time, I thought it a compliment. Years later, I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Being prolific. It’s like standing in a bucket of your own sweat. Being overcome by noise. Your own noise. So you can’t hear your…
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Twiglet #246
This week’s Twiglet is ready for your pen! A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d … Twiglet #246
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28 Sept 2021: It’s Just Weather
Blow This wind has no soulshepherd of destruction It breathes low, and leaves wounds across blossoms and breakable hummingbirds And then it turns back, and blows itself inside out. Image is from Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
It's Still Life 