Category: Prompts
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dVerse Jisei Poems
Four Japanese Jisei Poems I.my wishful lookyou have buried, lock and keyin this folly home of neglect and blame,fortune, you are thrown II.winter finds its return,spurn this gold and gilt,into damp cobwebs spun III.leaves, prey of the worm,nature neitherrich nor poor,but proudis the creature living IV.her red veil hairand green eye squinta devotion ofdistintested warmthher…
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For Twiglet #199 & Red Wolf Prompt
This Time The light through the windowis spun in the beech tree.In the mirror.Across the floor.Breathes in curves along white walls.Cleaves to each cold-ash hourof your grandmother’s clock –its hands stopped years agoat ten past five – not rewound.Its brassy age-cured chimeas noisy as clashing colours. for Red Wolf Prompt and Twiglet #199. Image from…
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What Am I?
Playing with Weekly Prompts, Weekend Challenge “What Am I?” today. Can you guess what this is? Click here to reveal the complete photo. To join in, pop over to “Weekly Prompts” at https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/07/18/weekend-challenge-what-am-i/
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2 May 2020
Only Its Moment Remains April. Is gone. It’s a yellow mask, lemon scented and pressed deep into me like a salty hook pulling me back to the sea, or yellow painted sunlight streaming in leaves of newly-born green — like bicycle spokes. Yellow that cuts through darkness, or wades in cold water biting my thighs.…
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A Poem after a line by Anne Sexton
Inspired by a line from Anne Sexton’s poem “Wanting to Die” – “The black room took us like a cave” Saturday Matinee at the Odeon The black room took us like a cave as we felt our way along the aisle. A woman swept the floor, back and forth with her flashlight. Our tickets: Row…
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for Poets United
On the Road Again A piece of gravel wedged deep in the tyre, a rhythmic percussion, clip-clop-and-clicking on the road as I drove into twilight’s warmth. The sky filled with blood-colour amaryllis sunset, and I could only think — “Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight”. ©️ Misky 2010-2020. It’s been a very…
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for Red Wolf Poems #427
Too Easy, Far Gone Do you remember when we were breezy? We laughed like birdsong. Adieu, you said, like wind that slips through windows. Where is your breeze now? Too easy, far gone. Do you remember when we were harmony? A two-part chorus. Cold burns my ears. You still burn my heart. Do you remember…
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Three Thoughts on a Saturday Afternoon
Three Thoughts on a Saturday Afternoon I. As seen from Those folds and rolls Of clouds that skate The sky, a slate puzzle Fitted and tucked Jigged and jointed Like words strung Into long sentences Into a bridge from This horizon to where, I am your audience. [inspired by dVerse “Solstice Couplets” and…
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for Twiglet #75
I. A sea shell, Her old gold ring, A wish bone. All in an emptied bottle. II. Her every anticipation, diluted in that emptied bottle. III. There was no third or forth or fifth. Everything ended at that second. for Twiglet #75 “Empty Bottle”. Each is 17-syllables.
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AprPAD Day 30
[Note: This is the last post for the April Poem-a-Day Challenge and NaPoWriMo] To Boldly Go I’m making creamed tuna on toast for dinner, which involves stirring and staring into a pot, so I interrupt the tedium of it all with idle chitchat, which I know he’ll listen to with one deaf ear. Did you…
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