Category: Poetry
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10 July: A Haibun for Sarah
For Sarah It was yesterday. I was in the garden looking at the roses, three-deep at the curve of the border, pink blossoms big as dinner plates, and the wind flowing in and out and whirling about, the clouds scraping blue off the sky, and I watched the roses fall into bruised quiethood, dropping their…
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9 July: A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Happy Madness For Elaine this garden of slackened souls,I throw colour at it, fling pinky thingsinto its tangled weave of lavender that sleeps sedateas an ancient cat, and the ivy triesto blindly entangle the moon but that girl was my happy madnesswhere grass wouldn’t grow without me Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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7 July: Oats in the Water (#rdp)
Oats in the Water he sleeps as stars align,grey beard, bristled by light.a voice in my ear sings an evening song, it comeswith dinner’s washing uppots, pans in the sink and it’s Oats in the Water.I cease to think aboutif the moon has a name. Written for RDP “wash” Music “Oats in the Water” by Ben Howard. Some…
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7 July: Journal of Thoughts From Last Week
Insight I’ll be okaylistening to strange dialects of birds, listening to rain’s descentbefore earth stops its fall, the sound of a hand pullinga bow across strings or the sound of soft finger padspressing ivory, or hearing wind shiver the trees and knowingclouds always race with the sky. Although I will miss seeinga la fée verte…
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7 July: A Sonnet That Isn’t
Oedipal Stone Sonnet That Isn’t A Sonnet I’m having a verbal range warwith poetic debris. It’s fallout.I’m talking to Dante’s skull, hisphrases territorial as driftwood. I’d blame midsummer’s heat,or his infamous inferno,or maybe solar psychosis,but this is summer’s winter, and July’s tendency intowoollen socks and furnaces.but I scrawl poetry on flatoval stones from the creek,…
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6 July: Seven Little Bits
Seven Little Bits 1.Mum inherited her mum’s crystal vase, who inherited it from her mum, and my sister has it now, although it’s not Victorian, which is what Mum said it was, and it’s not crystal either, but it is a vase unless you pour milk in it, in which case it’s a milk bottle.…
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5 July: Rain Shouting Down (revised)
Rain Shouting Down the sky is underwaywith its brass and spears. noises cracked and shivered cleared the streets of children. and the rain’s shouting downwith beating hoofs of a storm. 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…
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1 July: A Six – Part 16: Smoke in the Mirrors
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 16 Smoke in the Mirrors Last week ended with: But I know how we can get Pierre to cut the cord for us. “Let’s do dinner out, Pierre, at Six Sentence Café & Bistro, my treat,” I say, “I’m exhausted by…
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1 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The U in Us When All Was Still he fought the moonwith his black hair, and black eyes,like a stormin his head,like lightningscrawling the sky, and he was heavywith fallen stars, and singing songs to tide the skywith reedy flutes,and he chiseled mistinto hallow air. artwork is created…
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30 June: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Flare and Falter some daysare like goinghome, demands on memory and other daysas light as rain. easy, buteven rainleaves its mark. like a mother’stears, weepingwith no end or beginning.skin hasmemory and some scarsrise uplike saints and demandreverence Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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