Category: Poetry
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4 January: dVerse Listening
Chesapeake Shores In the elsewhere of brightness and dark, rumble strip clouds are filled with quick talons and wings, and the sea-rippled calm from this serial view is not lost on the silence of God. Written for dVerse Poets. AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4) Image and poem ©Misky 2023. Shared on Twitter #amwriting
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3 January: Bloganuary
Unscuffed Memories I can see it. A red brick house, hot to the touch come August. The lawn, cool and greened by the sweep of a sprinkler, and Dad’s black Ford Victoria, bought it the year I was born. White walls unscuffed, it was always parked in the driveway. He’d throw his spare coins into […]
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Last photo on the Card
For Brian’s (bush boy) last photo of the month (and year) on my iPhone 13 Pro Max.
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2 January: dVerse Haibun
It’s late, but not late enough, and too early for stripping off the gold foil from that cork, and it’s surely too early for those warm weather gnats drawn to candlelight that nobody sees but leave you marked as meaningless meat, and there’s static tickling the innards of the old radio as we sway like […]
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2 January: Bloganuary
I Tell Myself Be brave. Madness is more than a state of mind. It’s a way living. Think simply, and live simply. Be brave. Written for Day 2: WordPress Bloganuary “Bravery” AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image and poem ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter #amwriting
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1 January: To Be
To Be It’s not been a bad year so far. This first day. And he makes excellent coffee. It’s like when you meet someone who’s good for you, as if it all came from a miracle. Written for WordPress Bloganuary . AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image and poem ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter […]
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30 December: Fragile Red
The Fragility of Red Those week old cupped crimson tulips make me want to drink in its nectar. Sip through its long slender stemmed straw, drink in its chorus, its savage storm and scorched heart, as its red petals drop across the table, wilt and faint. AI Digital Art: created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image […]
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28 December: A Cadralor: Bruised
A Cadralor: Bruised I. She has beginner’s legs. Ballet lessons. At the bar, each move and stretch is a foreign language. II. She feels bruised and battered. Unbalance. Pink tights and a purple tutu. She’s fallen. Upended. III. A boy is outside. Football. He practises scoring goals. Again and again. He runs, and kicks wildly […]
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24 December: Time’s Cadralor
A Cadralor: Time is a Blank Paper I. Time is a cruel joke, pretending To be a blank sheet of paper, Shuffling out of its hiding place From the depths of a cuckoo clock. II. I ran a race once. Quick as A chirp twice around the field. Never first. Never last. Nobody Hoots for […]
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23 December: The Gaps in Life
The Gaps in Life A view between the blinds. Evergreens, so evergreen Against white birch whose Limbs, bared and tangled Pry open the snowy sky. It’s a straight backed view, Ghostly pale, weather-beaten. And down the hallway, a child coughs. She wants a family photo. We stand. On the dock. You here. You there. You, too.In front of the Christmas tree.For this […]
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