Category: Poetry
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31 August: To Meet In Fragrant Wood
To Meet In Fragrant Wood I.She’s hired, a full day’s work,unfolding chairs from folded, one chair at a time,so that we can sit separately. II.Time goes by, her face fades,her colours leach and bleach and fray.She took her voice with her. III.Winter sky shall be empty of youand I want to keep on grieving –…
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29 August: A Summer Funeral Pyre
That oak tree, the one when I looked up through its branches seemed to fill the sky in June, is now at August’s end. Leaves falling from limb and twig, its earthly-ways departing from their perfect place. Leaves the colour of a young girl’s brown eyes. Leaves blowing in through the open kitchen door, drifting…
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28 August: Ink In Thirds – 100 Words
With Outdoor Seating, Too. We’ve a bakery in the village now. A proper one – bakes their own bread. Cobs. Bloomers. Boules. Baps. It used to be a chip shop. After that a pedicure shop with fish in tubs of water that ate dead skin off feet. Then it was a dry cleaner, although the…
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27 August: The Reality of Real
A Cadralor Poem The Reality of RealI.the stones aren’t real. a palette knife edgesthe cement, chipped paint stone grey matte. II.her shopping bag hangs limp. flaccid. handlehooks over her shoulder. recycled. real plastic. III.he texts women should be sweetlipped andgentle. She replies, “pillock. you’re unreal”. IV.it’s august heat but she wears a woolly scarf.her fiancé…
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25 August: A Cadralor Poem
Of Wind and Water I.How I am blown apart by this hollow windand its shadowy choir riding a wild storm. II.It darkens wind within this dome of nightand sets sails like wings across grey seas. III.Let free my continuous thirst, let me yieldto dimples of rain on water, said the beach. IV.How the reeds rattle…
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22 August: Ink in Thirds and RDP
Transitional Autumn is stripping summer off the treesGreen youth grips a road to brown domainFly high my white flag of short-lived summer Written for Three Line Thursday’s Ink in Thirds (prompt word: path, not be included in the poem), and for Ragtag Daily Prompt “grip”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified…
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22 August: dVerse Bends
Swept Along I was that childcarving channels down headlands,like unconquerable water around bends, I spread and filled,broadened and was swept along.Currents tossing aside old dreams for new ambitions;my heart grew wise,and now this old river gropes for one more bend. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #206 “bend”. Quadrille: 44-words sans title. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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18 August: Ragtag Daily Prompt
Close Shave He draws the razoracross his cheek,I watch from an angledview of the mirror, and I blink, but if he blinks,a reckless nick,a dazed graze,a swearing slice,a woeful throbof clotting blood, and he draws the razoracross his cheek, slow as timelessness, andwithout scar or incident. Written for ragtag daily prompt: “contemplation”. Some artwork is created…
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11 August: dVerse Dreams
Crystalline Obsidian shine,amethyst light,moonstone rite,silver bright, bracelets,secrets,charms thatdo no harm, dreamt my armwas crystalline. Written for dVerse Dream Poem. 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 asked, and when not for…
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14 July: RDP Petrichor
The Rise of Petrichor It’s what shimmers wet light, undertonesof black that flowsthrough my veins. What’s visibly blind. It’s the scent of a single wavethat rolls ashore, or when Istand in peace in the dark. It’s a rising fresh, clean, or deep on deep that makesmy heart leap, and save butfor the cold knuckle of…
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