Category: Poetry
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Day 25 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 Return (haibun) We left work and drove through the night, dawn catching us just as…
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Day 25 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 Scar I stare out the windowat winter stripping away autumn’s last gold,a violence of wind,a…
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Day 24 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 Doubt (long form) What creature,with frantic handsand a roaring heart,inhabits this page who nestsin crumpled thoughts?…
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Day 23 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 Bell (long form) Mum had a bronze dinner bell.She’d shake a frantic tunefrom its metal…
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24.11: Unbound – The Liturgy
The Liturgy for the Unbound Heart I. The Colour of Softened Truth It begins where blush meets ash,a muted rose,pressed between pages of memory,tinged with the softness of smoke after rain.Not pink, not grey,but something woven of both,a tenderness wrapped in quiet release,the hue of truthwhispered after years of silence,the moment sorrow exhalesand becomes something…
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Day 23 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment A Response Poem (numbered vignettes) I.The woman across the street won’t speak to me.She called the Norwegians up the road “towel heads.”Every straw has its camel’s back,and that was mine. II.The family next door have a new electric car.Their old one vanished in a puff of oily smokeas the tow…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and The Book of Obsolete Words(A Masterclass in Feline Flattery) The cat is sprawled across the Dictionary of Forgotten Tongues,one claw resting delicately on the entry for: “Philofelist”: n. A lover of cats. “You,” he announces,with the gravity of a judge delivering a life sentence,“are clearly a philofelist.It’s archaic.It’s dignified.It’s literally written here,…
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Day 22 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of a Lodger (long form) A single word becomes a key.It turns the lock on a moment,and a memory enterslike a ghost,a lodger,furnishing my mindwith its own, particular light. It feeds all dayon the steam rising from my coffee,on the rhythm of my walk,on a note, a song,on…
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22.11: Journal of Thoughts
Senryu (for the human unease it stirs) The mountains feel watched,a gloom too deep for sunlight,a weight on the soul. Haiku (for the season’s ominous beauty) Fog layers the peaks, the sky wears hazy shadows,a storm’s heavy breath. Image prompt. Written for SenHai #27. ©Misky 2006-2025.
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Day 21 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Why the Cello Weeps (long form) Why a bow drawsnot a note,but a breath hauledfrom a deeper lungthan mine? Why the strings’ vibrationfeels like the slow fractureof a continent? This is the soundof memorywearing its own shadow. A grounded, human cryfrom a voice that walksits ruins,its empty halls. It stands…
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