Category: Ragtag Daily Prompt
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28 May: Ragtag Daily 26-27.05
I. Broken I talk to drought beaten plants that disappear before my eyes, driven by no road to their end. Bees are already a memory. Wind cutting like broken glass. And I don’t know what dead land this is. Written for ragtag daily prompt on 26.05.23 “driven” II. Tea Dried and sun-crisp parched, a silver spoon ringing against fragile china clay. Scented like a head full…
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18 May: Ragtag Daily Prompt
Light as Bees Wings The morning sun iswarm as a peal of bells.Grey squirrels spiral upand down a tree trunk,and the sky’s bursting blue. This pétillant spring airis as light as bees wings. Written for Brian’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: Pétillant . AI Digital Artwork is my own, created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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13 May: Not Bothered
Not Bothered My neighbour just hurled herself into a taxi.Going on holiday. Somewhere warm, she says. I walk out the back door on to the patio. Into the rain. It’s mid-May, and too cold for bees. Apple treesare in bloom, but timing’s all wrong this year. That thin skin of vibrant green that comesat the…
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7 May: A Ragtag Sunflower
For Wednesday Ragtag’s Sunflower prompt. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023
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9 April: Ragtag Daily Prompt “Bury”
Buried a grey squirrel races down the old oak, marks the bark with its iron claws, chases along the fence, untroubled across the slats, not a moment hesitation, no second thoughts, no tail flash in exclamation, and it disappears into the womb of the laurel, where this squirrel keeps its dregs and stash. For Ragtag Daily…
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3 April: RDP and NaPoWriMo Day 3
1.There once was a mischievous catWho loved to chase after a ratWith a flick of its tailAnd a rambunctious wailThe rat slipped away just like that! RDP word today is Rambunctious 2. What counts Yesterday I was myself,but today I am not, and yesterday will happen again, yet today will not. I am counting each day…
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2 April: for Shay’s Word Garden and RDP “Influencer”
Under the Influence I.The weather has a temper, the way two crows quarrel over a piece of flesh. It’s the way of things, Solomon might’ve said, and I think I’m watching religion, or maybe I’m under the influence of weather. II. Radio reception’s gone again.It sounds like six shades of blizzard.Or cats and clowns hissing…
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31 March: for Ragtag Daily Prompt
In the Corner Table of the Coffee Shop In the shadows where spiders spin invisible webs,and breakfast crumbs collect in colonies on the floor,sits a woman wearing a red and black silk sari,ivory bracelets clasped tight on her slender ankles,and as she takes short sips from a glass of water, her gold beaded bracelets ring…
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31 March: for Ragtag Daily Prompt
He’s Dressed Dad always wore a stingy brim trilby. Just like Sinatra. He’d pinch the crown as he put it on, and he was ready for it. A gentleman, even when he’d hit a rock with his Ferguson. A Ferguson is a tractor. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “brim” AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and…
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29 March: for RDP “Consequences”
The Consequence of Sleeplessness 1:00am I wake up; my brain is writing poetry. Recite it three times, I tell myself, and then it’ll stick when you wake up. I fall asleep mid-sentence. 2:30am I’m always surprised how cold the bathroom floor is in the middle of the night. A cold floor cures a cramp in…
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