Category: Poetry
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Friday’s Gnomes Forms: “Sijo”
Poetic Form: Sijo: Three lines. Each line varies between 14 and 16 syllables, with the middle line the longest. The first line states a theme, the second line counters it, and the third line resolves the poem. for: Gnomes Notes: Taarab (or tarab) def https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taarab
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Twiglet #44 “a bare room”
Dear Departed It looks like the outside in here with shadows feasting on dust, on webs and invisible draughts, and dried leaves dancing the floor. A creaking space. Empty. No echoes of your goodbye goodbye goodbye. Twiglet #44 “a bare room”
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Friday Forms: #2 Wood Smoke
Kiss Us Bye Wax the moon, and scrub the sky, Our days of summer, Our ways of green. Drown in amber, ruby leaves, Still as baby’s sleep, still My days shall speed. Oh when autumn comes, blossoms Kiss us bye. Greenest promise, Ever after, summer falls. Acrostic poem form for Gnomes
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A Draft for Gnomes Project #1.1
Lines in italics are from “On the Beach” by Neil Young, album On The Beach, 1974. For “Gnomes Poems” Project
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Poems for Gnomes
It’s a Small Matter it felt real, as real as a shadow, or a wrinkle across the water. dreams feel like that. this one was bright as an orange lamp, and the sky was smooth and waiting. I dreamt that I couldn’t sleep. it was a small matter. for Poems for Gnomes
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The End for dVerse Poets
Underfoot Morning breaks. She watches over the roses with a squint of scorn, then pulls the clothesline tight. A grooved branch holds its weight. And she pegs his shirts by the side seams on the line. Upside down – a distress signal. Socks paired, then pegged. Jeans, wrinkles flicked away by the breeze. Clothes billow,…
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2 July 2017: Remix
Heavy Fingers She hollowed out the tide raised me in a well with lightning bugs around my head a flood of roses like a little shrine and I raised hell like Frankenstein. It’s bigger than speaking Remixed from “Take Me to My Grandmother’s Shrine” by SC Machlay
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Twiglet #29
The 11:42 TRAIN TO LONDON This is the London Bridge service, a recorded announcement. Sorry. excuse me. a girl with a daisy chain tattoo takes the window seat. She’s talking on her phone. from Brighton the announcement continues I’m bloody annoyed too. I’m not his substitute, says the girl. She looks out the window. Excusez-moi…
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