Category: Prompts
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Day 1: The Book of Difficult Fruit for GoDogGo Café
1 January 2022 It’s “The Book of Difficult Fruit” … assuming that fruit arefrightened children trying to understand howlove is the back of a hand. Day 1: The Title of Book is the Title of your poem today at Go Dog Go Café GoDOGGoCafe ©Misky 2021 Shared with #amwriting and #apoemaday #GreatReadsPromptChallenge ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter.
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Falling Back on Miz Quickly: The Table
THE TABLE (in three parts) … that meal of polenta filled tamales, that New Years dinner in Colombia when I had flu, fever, and a gnashing headache. that meal I couldn’t face, couldn’t eat it. I was so embarrassed. apologetic. for three days, she prepared that meal. she looked so sad when I left the…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 16: Eavesdropping
Sometimes You Can’t Hear a Damned Thing I’m focused on my phone. Taking notes,listening around the corner to conversations. It’s a writing prompt; I’m not George Smiley. If only that were the truth, a woman says.And the conversation is overwhelmed bythe espresso machine and steamed milk. I glance over to the coffee-making-girltwirling knobs, sliding cups…
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Miz Quickly’s 19 August
Bones On The Beach Those bleached white bones there,I can’t help wonder what you werebefore you became unrecognisable.What curdling horror took you.What oxygen clotting grip closedon your taut sinewed neck.Did the air smell like metal, andwas terror in the pit of your voicesthat interrogated your choices –to flee this way or that way, andwas the…
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A Prompt That Started with a Squiggle on Paper
The Dog Behind the Chain Link Fence is poked with a broomstickand teased by maddeningshoes that escape its bite.people, both large and smallpassing as hours go or don’t go.it’s sat on a wet patch of ground,chained to a fence, and pacinglike a tilting stroke. the dogbehind the chain link fence isgrowling at the earth alongwith…
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Miz Quickly’s 12 August: Take 2
The Rise of the River Arun The water just kept risingThe water racing to the seaThe sea, a sprawling brimThe sea, a solitude’s realmA realm of whip-quick wavesA realm of oar and strokeStroke across this surging waterStroke it like a scimitarScimitar of a lion’s clawScimitar to slice the deepDeep into its primal judderDeep into its…
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Miz Quickly’s 12 August
Penumbra The night is full of its own.The night creeps. Sleeps.The night is colour blind.It’s transfixed like a piece of wood.It’s an echo. It dreams.It’s death. Birth. It’s a blur.The night is for promises.The night sips sacred nectar.The night is its own penumbra. Written for Miz Quickly’s 12 August Repetition & Change prompt. Shared with @Miz_Quickly and @Experimentsinfc…
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Miz Quickly’s 9th August
It Comes In Colours (of no particular order) I. Downtown Brown She wears new shoes and her downtown brown coat,and she walks by the vendor with roasted nuts, andthe man sat on the pavement wrapped in a foil blanket.And she doesn’t look back. II. Green Bee The scarlet roses are a rambling wild fire over…
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dVerse Haibun for August
Against August heat that’s pinpricked into the brick wall, and wings warmed awake and brittle in the sun, bees work within the scent of lilac and lavender as the long days slide sideways. Last scents of summerA sharp edged breath in the treesLast bluing of sky Written for dVerse Poets, Haibun Monday “August”. Main photo is mine, published on Unsplash,…
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dVerse Quadrille #131
A Lean In Close In-between those growing-upyears, those kisses deepas a double bass, Bobby Darin pours fromthe jukebox. He’s a dark language I don’t understand. Sounds malicious. Thirstywords soft as a cottonsaxophone. It’s an over-salted melody,and Mac the Knife plays on. Written to prompt at dVerse Poets Quadrille #131: 44 words (sans title) including the word…
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