Category: Poetry
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Poetic Bloomings Character Study
A View Above From Below (Draft) A blackbird lands on the ground. It looks,not at the ground, but at the grass, andhears a worm slipping through the roots. Not roots, but slipping in the deep scent of grubs and worms and maggots, in rottingpeace that swims and ripens into loam from where I hear my…
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dVerse Clowning Around
Just Cousins We packed the car so nothing would rattle,that sort of thing set Dad’s teeth on edge,and we headed for our vacation. The lake. The lake, where you and I would go to hidefrom the little ones who wanted to stickto us like ceiling paint, where you’d drink beer, and I drank grape Nehi…
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For Sunday Whirl
What Was A black fly walks across my glass,tastes where my lips just touched.It spies me, and thinks,Do you sting like a bee? Cast an eye across this garden.Vines limp as ghostly chains.Seeds blown away with the sand.Tomatoes hang like stunned eyes. Summer slipped away,just like rain through a net.Either too hot, or too cold,always…
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A dVerse Stream of Consciousness
Masking A new face mask arrived in the post today.It wasn’t a surprise – I ordered it online.Took a photo of it with my phone, andsent it to Alison, my next door neighbour. “Cute print!“ she WhatsApped me back. (she’s outside my shielding bubble; wehaven’t hugged in 6 months; we shoutback and forth over the…
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A Rondine
Nevertheless Nevertheless, this valley’s a secretthat’s lost its key. Locked. Forgotten.There’s a river down there but youcan’t see it. It’s down below the soil,and not a spot of it can be seen fromwhere I stand. But it’s a riverbed,nevertheless. I’d like to up and vanish like that. Do without myself in muchthe same way as…
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Miz Quickly’s Free Poem Kit
But Nevertheless This valley looks like a secretthat’s lost its key. Locked and left.There’s a river that can’t be seen,it’s dipped into the parched soil,not a spot of it to be seen fromwhere I am standing. But nevertheless, it is a riverbed, and I, too, might upand vanish. Do without myself.This landscape is where I…
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I’m a Speck on the Lake
I’m a Speck on the Lake Adrift on an inner tube that’slarge and black as a serpent’smouth, or a ship afloat on a lake,and I’m watching thunder cloudsgrowing, and blooming white. I’m a continental drift, somewherebetween heaven and its echo. for Twiglet # “Blooming White” and dVerse “Come Sail” © Misky 2020 Image WikiArt Air…
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for Visual Verse Anthology
JOURNEY’S END IN COUPLETS Summer finished,and I stopped. Parked up next to weedy rail tracks, and houses with empty window boxes. The air seemed a sickness. From the start,this was journey’s end. for Visual Verse Daily on Instagram. Image is from Ashraful Pranto @ashrafboy Poem © Misky 2020
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A Sestina for Miz Quickly
A Sestina: Rum Dreams The tide revealed more beachthan I’d ever seen. Dark brimmingwaves drinking in sand, and a blackmood of clouds shrouding tearsand chunks of sky. Gusts takingto air our towels. Umbrellas. We two women clamped our knuckled twohands on our straw hats. The beachemptied. Holiday-makers ran, takingshelter in huts roofed with straw brims.A…
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dVerse Views
In This Summer Bright Room This is my room.I am its centre. This is my mother.My father.Their photos framed.They are with meon the windowsill,with my children,and their own children,with this dog and that dogwhose livesenriched mine. The wall behind meis shelved with books.References to this and that,that fiction, and those maps,this ancient history,and that archeology.Volumes…
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