Category: Poetry
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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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14 Sept: A Dream on Lake Bafa
A Dream on Lake Bafa (a haibun) And it was just a dream (I reminded myself) that flickered like a movie reel, a lady posed with a yellow pet snake, 3 odd sized clowns, a few policemen with oars in hand who stood upright in a row boat, and there was a lisping tenor singing…
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12 Sept: 100 Words and a Crow
100 Words and a Crow “She likes a clean house,” says the woman with blue tint hair, “so she hires a woman. Her husband hires one, too,” and a nervous giggle runs itself through the queue. We’re at the post office, collecting pensions, buying stamps, etc. And I say, “It was my grandmother’s birthday yesterday,…
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10 Sept: RDP Argument
Back Then … A night out for mewas sitting on that batteredwooden bench, the one dedicated to Mrs Bruce Allen,up on the bluff overlooking the bay, and I’d whisper wisheson falling stars, and tuck myselfunder your arm when I shiveredfrom the evening chill, but you only wanted to argue –‘Mondale should’ve won the election.’ And…
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9 September: A Memory
Grandmother Her hair turned a snowy tint,but in her eyes was a lookdawn gives to blue flowers. Today, I’ll have sweet milky teaand rolls with jam and cheese,and I will remember her … Happy birthday, Grandmother.
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