Category: Poetry
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24 Oct: Journal of Thoughts
Remembering Her I always meant to sayyou were the magic that I wished for,the way that you’d twistnewspaper into tight bowtie shapes,stack kindlingagainst it, and light a fire that silenced a roomfor a well spent moment or two. And then would come that snap.That spark. You would light up a dark nichelike a song leading…
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23 October: Bleed the Wind
Bleed the Wind (Haibun) 1.Winter swept in, and whipped through the roses. Its thorns ripped, tore and bled the wind, and there were no words to fall on paper that wouldn’t stick to the nub of my pen … but words I found in the whispers of the forest, in the colours of all things…
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20 October: Tattoo
Tattoo It’s the reason for poetry.Rebirth. From a spark to burning bushand clutched breath –a flaming tail’s plume and wings spread. Reborn of ash.Feathers of fire.A beacon of obsidian ink.A crystal dark and bright. Phoenix, ignite the skin and flee this earth,to sky,to nebulae,from death to rebirth. Each line etched and filled in deep,each shade…
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18 Oct: for dVerse’s Quadrille
La Petite Mort Watch her buckles and buttons shinelike fading light of a waning moon.She dances alone with the ancients,leaping over fallen trees, ferns and mosses.They watch her dance until the musicin her head vanishes.Until her song is gone.La petite mort. Note: 1) rewritten/condensed from Six Sentence Story. 2) La Petite Mort: I know the…
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17 Oct: The Bones of Winter
The Bones of Winter The bones of winter rattle ear to ear,and the ghost of my motheris knitting in her chair. Her spine is cold as October, and it descends on me, it is an emotional colour,the light of its juice which won’t go away until March.It glitters of frost in the air, and I…
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15 Oct: dVerse Quadrille
No Light His was a heart that was closedand locked forever,and though his words were light,airy as any leaf,as if his thoughtswere swept clean by the sea,he carried it, a terrible weight,that of heavy grief, Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille 210 “light”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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13 Oct: Ars Poetica
Ars Poetica – Distance Poetry is distance.An owl’s chant.Singing of poems. It’s poetry carried onribbons of moonlightuntil it meets the sky. Written for RDP “distance”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when…
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6 October: Five Minutes of Stream of Consciousness
A Stream of Consciousness While (Listening to Radio 2 Segment: Hiking in Scotland) Butter’s singing and the frying pan is hot. (raised outside) Turn cubes of stale sourdough with a fork when golden, turn and turn again. Turn – (she’s in great shape) left and right, if left, I mean right, think … which hand do I…
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3 October: For Ink in Thirds
He mowed a path across the grass.Brown earth’s showing. She watches on,Her arms crossed, silently judgemental. Written for Ink in Thirds (Three Line Thursday), the word is “fold” although it’s not to be included in the poem – only it’s insinuation. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT…
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18 Sept: dVerse Quadrille #208
Countess Elizabeth Báthory of Ecsed (info at Wikipedia) A vampire’s shrinewith tall candles liteach trembling shadow’s flameis pierced.She stands in her temple,weaving vowsone long songfor a full moon’s glare strangling the tranquil air.…Quiet …Be still.Here where blood is life;here her life’s prolonged. Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille #208 “vampire”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is…
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