Category: Poetry
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16 Dec: Found Poetry of Ragnarök c.3
And this I also know. At the end of heaven’s wingsComes wind.Over courtsAnd alters ofThe Weavers who This world hast hung. Væfprúbnir móbur bräutir már .Hung.from aWeave a story for time.Weave a home faredThee three of wise. We,Of life we come. We, Of secrets cast.Weavers in this andEvery world.Life-Cravers.Life-Givers. Væfprúbnir fjölp ek freistapak, Hidden in…
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14 Dec Found Poetry of Ragnarök
And of this I know. There is one called Wind-Cool.She winter’s sire,Fierce is its race, Loud sounding For measuring moons.Eldest in days. pä vas fyrst af mant And there is one called Rain’s Poison-drops.Answer well dread race ofAncient childrenWho from frost’s arm wasBorn. Thou of old.Thou of art.Thou of wind over waves,Moon’s devourer andTroll’s firstBreath.…
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12 Dec: The Relevance
The Relevance The sun light,it’s like yellow roses. A sky blue peepshow between clouds that spring and foam. Dad’s painting seascapes again.He keeps a wandering eyeon my sister and I. We walk the beach.Looking down. Beachcombing. I’m always on the move, I’m told,for fear of calcifying, Dad says. One day I’ll look up that wordso…
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11 Dec: Ink In Thirds 100 Words
In the Light of a Lamp I’ll say right upfront that she didn’t kill herself. Mum told the removal men where to place the piano; in the dining room against the south-facing wall, but when Dad came home he glared at the piano and walked past it like it was a naughty puppy who’d peed…
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10.12 Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in the Weavers Of this I will know, the power of weavers,the wend of beings wise. Weavest of will. … himin hverfæ ferr menn And I will come from my roamingand wandering, speak riddle-reader. … hykk at illa geti kömr Magic weaver. Ancient sage.Who comes to me with a cold heart. Are they…
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8 Dec: A Housewife’s Ecstasies
A Disturbing Paragraph from a Housewife’s Ecstasies Crane fly on the walllicking at grease,and a blueberry piecooling on the pine table,you know the one –it has the Queen of Spadesfolded into fours so itstays level, won’t rock, the one inthat corner; that corner that always felt empty of air.Mama used to keepa four-leaf cloverin that…
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3 Dec: An Unknown Colour
Today’s words from the Oracle, used in the order as presented An Unknown Colour it’s the property,they think it’s theirs,running by the fence,chewed holes in the shed,just for bitter grass seed. mice,hustling about.might be rats,you never see them.just a flash as they runthrough the ground cover. mice,they will die,mortal being of this world,the great hoax,a…
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2 Dec: Poem-a-Day Challenge
It’s been a Happy Day … For breakfastI had toast and marmalade,eggs and tea. Hummed a bar or twoof an old song that ran wildthrough my head. Wrapped a woollen shawlaround my shoulders,catching cold now is a worry I miss writing lettersto parents – they’ve beengone many years now. Winter darkness is here;it’s the last…
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1 Dec: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Frustration … … is a poem that makes no sense. It’s early morning,and I’m in the middle of a dark memory,or it might be a nightmare. A pull in a direction,a light’s refraction in a room of clear airand bright surfaces. Medical measure.Walls pink as a mouth, and I hear crunchingleaves. Old parchment. I am…
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30 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Celebration … this poemwill only mention celebrationin passing, the way smokefrom a bonfire is no hurryto be gone, or howstanding next to a sexy womanmakes you feel invisible,or like undergradswho ride bicycles when I use my senior’s bus pass, or more specifically,being loved by someone wholooks beyondyour being as oldas a stone. and that’s all…
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