Category: Poetry
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Day 16: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Cento Poem Famine Crouches in the Bedsheets Winter.Time to eat fat,to fight againstwalls and blankets.Winterfixed in a tapestry andbleaching in the sunset.Famine crouches in the horizons you ride,the space you pass through.Heroic trailsof beer bottlesand dead birds on the roadside. Winter is that cat,the colour of pewter mornings.Make it be spring, a porcelain…
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For dVerse Quadrille “Fair”
dVerse Poets Quadrille Photo by Matheus Frade on Unsplash Written for dVerse Poets “Quadrille – Fair” and Twiglets “Head to Toe“. A Quadrille is a 44-word poem sans title. © Misky 2021, shared with #apoemaday on Twitter.
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Day 15: NaPoWriMo 2021
The Halfway Point mid-November leaves hang gold and metal, a breathless limp of (read more …)
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Day 14: NaPoWriMo 2021
Burnt Toast It’s late. Very latein the afternoon whenthe sky brews hollowclouds, and air fevers hot. Thunder bites butit’s late, very latebefore the rain streakssoil brown as shade. A café, we’re undercover. Hunger calls but it’s late, very latefor a bite to eat. We kiss. A kiss of burnttoast and marmalade.We’ll wait. Wait untilit’s late.…
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Day 13: NaPoWriMo 2021
Just Like Yesterday Thirty nearly forty years now although odd thing, time, it seems like yesterday we arrived here from a place where it was always warm and sunlight was fluid as olive oil. We lived in the midst of an old orchard. Lemons grew in the garden. Thin-skinned oranges. Two olive trees. An avocado…
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Day 12: NaPoWriMo 2021
I. One More Jab Spell your name – and so I did. Date of birth – which I confirmed. Side effects, she says sore arm fever headache itchy slight shingles rash at which point I’m thinking itchy scratchy oh no don’t. Which arm, she asks. Left, I say. I sleep on my right. She says…
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Day 11: NaPoWriMo 2021
A Song of Bells The sound of bellsfell quiet as my every leaf falls.It cuts meto the quick, this season’s turn, thiscalendar page departed.Be of haste and hurry forthere’s a seedling at my foot. A breeze. The wind. I hearrustling troubles on the horizon.Cold is north.Wet is south.Today it’s south, this wind. The trees beside…
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Day 10: NaPoWriMo 2021
I.Connective Tissues A man walks to the corner, and back. Again. And again. Holds a placard in his hand. The End Is Nigh We are, perhaps, savedfrom never ending ends. Autumn ended before itstarted. No flaming colours.A wind blew autumn away. And now we’re on the brinkof sudden seasons of white. Water celebrates its rise…
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Day 9: NaPoWriMo 2021
I Want the Measure of Things From head to foot mybed is nearly 12 bananas.From here to the fridgeit’s at least 20 pineapples. I’m not sure what I can measure with milk. Or gravy. I’d teach kids to count –1 banana, 2 bananas,3 bananas, kiss yourNana 4 times more,5 figs, 6 figs, no onegives a…
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Day 8: NaPoWriMo 2021
The Last Rose of Summer It’s the last rose of summer.A rosewave.Its petals free-falling across the table.Final daysare always so fragile .If I’d not cut it from its limb,and lovingly possessed it,would it have lasted longer?A day perhaps, or two. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 8 Alliteration Consonance Assonance, and PA’s Day 7 “health” and Day 8 Blank of…
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