Category: Poetry
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21.11: MicroDosing 150µg
Quiet Hearts There’s a man who wandered here and there, collecting silences: the thin breath between cathedral notes, the feather-pause beneath a crow’s wing, the split-second hush before a lie takes shape. He trapped each one in cork-sealed jars, labelling them with careful hands, certain he was gathering rare specimens of the world’s quiet heart.…
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Day 20 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of Petrichor (long-form list poem) Because the sky held itself too long.Because dust remembers it is earth.Because the stones hum a low, cool note.Because the roots murmur back to leaves. Because we recognise the smell of beginnings.Because it is the scent of promises kept.Because it carries the ghost…
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20.11: A Thursday Door
The Toll Booth Door It does not boast, this door.It keeps the hush of coins and crossing,knows the weight of hooves in fog, the soft knock of a widow’s handat dusk. The river watched the door open, close,open again. Some doorsdo not lead in,but back. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any…
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20.11: Journal of Thoughts
The Truth about Grey (Accentual Verse) This is no cleansingcold of the year.This is winter’s rot,and rain that dulls. The air tastes sourwith giving-up things;death’s slow handlaid on the shoulder. Colour drains out:stone’s grey remains,black bark dripping,green worn to bruise. Even the lightis tired cloth,a faded sheetthrown over days. This is Bleak.I breathe it in.I…
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Day 19.1 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of an Edge (Long Form) Squint against the flat, white skyand you will see him—my gnarled oak,his roiling roots clenched in the earthlike a fistful of stubborn prayers. He listens to the gibberish of starlings,a language he once knewbut can no longer shape. He watches the bubble of…
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Day 19 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. The Architecture at the Edge (Accentual Verse) Squint at the sky,that flat white sheet,and there he stands:my gnarled old…
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18.11: dVerse Quadrille
The Internet Is Down Again Come on, you sulking hulk,we coax you from the dark,we whisper to your routers,and promise you the clouds.Rise now, little lights,shake off your grumpy moody gloom.The world waits, half-breathing,for your bright return.Come on, Cloudflare, wake up! Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille (44 words) “coax”. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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Day 18 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. The Architecture of a Gardener (Accentual Verse) I am no dreamerpolishing lies,nor doom-filled soulrooting in grief. I am the…
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Day 17 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of an Omen (Long Form — Trope) The crow landswith that heavy black punctuationhe always brings,as if the day itselfneeded a full stopbefore beginning again. People call him an omen,a bad-luck feather,a shadow stitchedto the world’s hem. But this is not doom.This is direction. He tilts his head,eyes…
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17.11: Liturgy for Black that Remembers
A Liturgy for A Black that Remembers Of ReasonWe gather at Vantablack.A surface that is a hole,a pigment that is absence,a door that is not a door,but a consequence. We speak to the Black That Remembers. Of PortentsThey slow their steps;their instincts hum a warningolder than sight. The crow,feathered in a lesser dark,names it for…
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