Category: Poetry
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17 June: It’s Pronounced [bi″fid-o-bak-tēr´e-um]
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Day 17. Write a letter to future generations, urging them to cherish the natural world. To my darling grandchildren, I know your mum loves her sprays, the antibacterial and anti-fungal, floral scented and nose-pinching, but to kill bad bacteria is to kill them all. In your gut. On your skin. In the sink and down…
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16 June: The Stars Fall Sideways
Day 16. Describe a special moment when you felt truly connected to nature. When the Stars Fall Sideways It’s not the poetic fillof a challis-filled lake betweenthe rising foothills of the Alps, orthe memory of season’s change,or Orion’s star-embellished belt,or autumn walnuts roasting orthe first snowflake falling orthe look back over my shoulderat the moon,…
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15 June: RDP Word – Scintilla
Between Molecules It’s the tiniest of marvels,it could vanish,slip between molecules. Can’t you see it, he says,It’s the smallest spider ever.It’s as if it fell thru a pinprickfrom a scintilla universe. And I’m squinting at it, and say,No, I think it’s a grain of pollen –’cause it’s not moving at all. Written for Brian’s Ragtag Daily…
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15 June: #thewildness Grey Squirrel
Day 15. Write a poem/flash fiction about a mischievous squirrel that causes chaos in your garden. A Grey Squirrel There’s a grey squirrelin the lavender, in the chives with blossoms gone to seedand faded in the sun, it’s drinking from the saucerset below the dill, and now it’s running through the fernsbetween the spiky spires.…
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14 June: Gorilla’s Dirge #thewildness
Gorilla Seduced by a memoryof a silverback with an itchingand wind slain song. We were seduced,like a lark for love, and we allowedtime to intercede. We allowed silenceto speak on our behalf,but the quiet makes our ears feverish,and we are sick with hearing. Silverback, the last and forever,your song too soon ended,and so to your…
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14 June: RDP’s Enthralled
Heat Heat, and the air refuses to flex.The plants are bruised green, and invisible birds cry outas the sun curdles the sky. Heat, in planks of sunlight,and not a shadow anywhere, and I’m enthralled by the soundof ice cubes in lemon tea. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “enthralled” Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems…
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13 June: dVerse Quadrille “Present”
She Pronounced It “on-wee” I know a woman who doesn’tlive in the present. She fillssentences with fripperies,complains her wearied lifeis glittering emptiness, saysshe suffers arm in arm withfretful boredom. She onceused the word ennui. Goodness, I had to look it up. Written for Lilian’s Quadrille prompt on dVerse Poets. This week’s word to include is…
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13 June: Out Like a Lamb #thewildness
Day 13. Write a poem about the changing seasons and how they affect the behaviour of wildlife. In Like a Lion and Out Like a Lamb A snow-haired lamb, bornin a month that blows in like a lion,escapes its thick woollen coat, pulls black boots on to match its noseand runs off, up the hill…
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12 June: Midstep #thewildness
Day 12. Imagine you are a nature guide. Describe a walk you would take with your visitors Mid-Step Foxgloves and lupins,towers of antennaegrabbing at the sky. Wild poppies, are the envy of red. A chalk stream moveswith the universe, and an oak,stopped mid-fall, waits,hunchbacked. I grasp a handful of cow parsleyfor Granny’s silver vase. Written…
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11 June: They is They are (#rdp)
They Is and They Are She was given the wrong name tag, and for the rest of the evening, everyone called her Jake. Written for Sunday’s Ragtag Daily Prompt “label”, gender-fluid and non-binary gender labels. Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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