Category: Poetry
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Perfecting A Stare
An American Sentence for Toni, inspired by the Found poem “Stare” below. I. Within our house of stone and wood, down the road we stare. We sit. We stare. II. (variation) Day 65: I Think It’s Wednesday The wall is loosening. We are still closed in. In the house. Of stone. Of wood. Stare…
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for Visual Verse on Instagram
The Conveyance Up and up on hot air. Hissing. Lifting. It felt like a secret, hers to keep. Flying through clouds that clung to her skin. Inhaling the sting of iced ozone, she was flushed with desire. Felt wind all round her. And so hesitating not, she removed her clothes. for Visual Verse…
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Twiglet #175
A 20.20 View of 1349 Autumn rain. Winter rain. April dry. The sheep suffer with the rot again. May drier still. Nothing will be ploughed. Crops fail, and moss hangs bare as lanky hair. Our deep discontent. The plague’s arrived. for Twiglet #175: It Hangs Bare and PB Internal Rhyme ©️ Misky…
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Quadrille for dVerse
We Dance We are intricate velvet. We are a dance at the altar. A river of our silly misfortunes. We move. We dance. Like the cold oak. Like red calla lilies. The river is the dance. And the sun cried out for respite, for Evening! Evening! for dVerse Quadrille “Silly” 44 words. This…
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2 May 2020
Only Its Moment Remains April. Is gone. It’s a yellow mask, lemon scented and pressed deep into me like a salty hook pulling me back to the sea, or yellow painted sunlight streaming in leaves of newly-born green — like bicycle spokes. Yellow that cuts through darkness, or wades in cold water biting my thighs.…
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AprPAD: Day 30
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616828788908720128/found-on-30-april/embed To follow: 1. Something that returns: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-6/ 2. PA Day 30 A praise poem https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2020-april-pad-challenge-day-30 ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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AprPAD: Day 29
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616721791086362624/found-on-29-april/embed Ick – I Hate Rhymie Poems a brush a broom that sweeps the air my god how those eyes could stare so brown so deep alert for fun sleeping away in afternoon sun a walk a run on fields green a dog like that I’ve rarely seen she’s gone she’s gone but I will…
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Visual Verse Anthology
The Sizzler She ignores the wolf whistles. She’s wearing her bristles; it’s a look but don’t touch approach. A saunter by the water – phew, low tide puts her nose out of joint. Do you admire my pointy little toes? for The Visual Verse Anthology on Instagram ©️ Misky 2020 It’s…
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Twiglet #174
He Wants a Circular Drive But I want a drive that disappears from sight. Off to the left, as if ones departure was never part of the plan. Twiglet #174 “through iron gates” ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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AprPAD: Day 28
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616630366389829632/found-on-28-april/embed for PA past or future A Conversation with Great-Grandma I was not much more than 7. I’d sit on her bed, she in her chair. She’d tell me stories of when … . . . when the cow died, she said, and then, mid-sentence, she’d pinch another grey whisker between her thumb and index…
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