Category: #RDP
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2 September: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It (a cadralor poem) Scio Me Nescire – I Know That I Know Nothing I.They call from a glaze of grey skies marked with white stars of geese,a band of loud trombone songsblowing through small clouds. II.This day is pulled by change,a season’s race pipped…
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27 August: The Reality of Real
A Cadralor Poem The Reality of RealI.the stones aren’t real. a palette knife edgesthe cement, chipped paint stone grey matte. II.her shopping bag hangs limp. flaccid. handlehooks over her shoulder. recycled. real plastic. III.he texts women should be sweetlipped andgentle. She replies, “pillock. you’re unreal”. IV.it’s august heat but she wears a woolly scarf.her fiancé…
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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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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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for RDP “Identity”
The Fibre of Water some days I want toempty myself on the tableand see who sits down. some daysI use long as a verb. some days I wishI had been allowedto be left-handed. some days I counteating ice cream as exercise. some days I walk in the rain,and walk back home in the rain.some days…
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25 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week I.Caged (a haibun) My sister has a glass display dome, its base supporting a small bare twisted branch, and on that branch are perched 8 stuffed hummingbirds of blazing plumage that drip of scarlet, emerald and purpled blues. Each bird with its glassy eyes, each bird with claws…
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16 July: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Tell Me About Lavender and I told her it’s the colourof a pigeon’s feather,a haze over sleepy eyes,of pensive rain, a moth on a blossom,of songs to a rising moon,a star’s early light,what Burton saw in Taylor’s eyes, a fragrant tune,a sound of wordlessness,amber…
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21 June: Ragtag Daily Prompt
created for Ragtag Daily Prompt. this “sculpture” is my own creation, generated using a.i. Midjourney. It is called The Edge of Time, named by Spira. 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…
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21 June: For Ragtag Daily Prompt
Silent as a Relic mostly picture bookswhen I was young, photos of stars teeteringon the edge of space, or life below the sea,strangely benign, buoyant, silent as a relic that lostits voice and history, and I always thoughtit was a remarkable lie, the greatest error tobelieve we’re alone,or that it’s a god thing. Written for…
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25 March: Grounded in Green
Grounded in Green By the old wooden footbridge is a creek that stays, most the year, racing into depths that calm its song. Through interwoven limbs of leafy oak and shade,there where I’ve whiled away my age into its past. From spring through autumn, I’m grounded at lastin greenery’s retreat, of quiet I’ve needed for…
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