Category: Poetry
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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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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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