Category: Poetry
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2 Nov: dVerse Promises
Promise I look at youth,filled with future and certain-truth.Half-doubting that lifeis passing away. So many things of ecstasy.The promise of a kiss.A smile.A breeze against one’s skin.A falling star. A question that never askswhat we are is what we were. Written for dVerse Quadrille “promise” . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as…
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1 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Leaving … behind the silence of treesand spiders spinning threadsof silver, and winter frost on grasswith dewdrops that glitter.To feel the cold rabble and trampleof the North’s open window.To feel sudden breathlessness and driftinto deep sleep, intounconsciousness. It was a dove eager to leaveits wings and fleshbehind. It was a dove who fellto ground like…
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31 Oct: The Overlap
The Overlap On that night, the veil fell,while trumpets loud did swell,and the hoards of soulswhose fates were sealed,took their hand to sword.And all their deeds were ignored,from smouldering flamesto fortune and fame as they marched in fatal mass.Through towns they passedpandemonium trailed from the thinning of the veil. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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30 Oct: A Tanka to Two Trees
Two Trees these two trees, they leanup against each other, onealways leaning left,other always leaning rightin watchful conversation Tanka poem: 5.7.5.7.7.. 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…
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29 October: Lucid Porcelain
Lucid Porcelain I. Dawn is breakingin the bower. The stars are gone,and first birdsong fills my ears. II. The sun liftsmorning’s endeavour, returningghosts that roam forever. III. Sunlight so slow to rise,trembling on horizon’s rim. A mood that weights the tides. IV. Leaves wet with rain, dreams in the way of night, annals of time…
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27 Oct: Channelling Goya
Channelling Goya’s Pinturas Negras He’s in an abyss only knownin a poet’s dream of eternal foreboding.He stands before a wallin his common guise,straight as a sentinel corn in a field.And he paintsstrokes of thunder’s crash, a shroud of twilight’s black dim around moonlight’s rim.It’s a secret memoryof darkness loyal to the moon,of returning roads and…
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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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