Category: #RDP
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22 August: For Ragtag Daily Prompt
The Automatic Queueing System Busy. Their phone is always busy. I should’ve poured a coffee. I can almost count the leaves falling. Already, it’s the end… You are number five in the queue. …of August, and the nights are colder. I smell the scent of wood smoke passing through the neighbourhood … You are number…
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21 August: The Art of Queueing
The A.I. Midjourney art of queueing in the style of Edward Gorey. View each full size image by clicking on it. Created for Ragtag Daily Prompt “queue” – created using Midjourney. ©Misky 2023.
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16 August: Transitions
A Little Brouhaha All about me, they lean,dahlias the size of dinner plates.It’s a feast of decanted pinksmacked sidewise, andstrong armed in a breeze. The air twists on scents of fermenting apples, wasps behaving like angry drunks,and all their unhinged buzzingis a premonition of autumn. Written for dVerse “Transitions” and RDP “Brouhaha” (in reference to angry, buzzing wasps) and Fandango’s…
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4 August: A Quinzaine Poem
A Quinzaine Poem: 04.07.23 Squirrel sitting on the lawnAre you watching meWatching you Bumblebees at the thistlesAre you still thirstingFor nectar Robin in the tree singingMay I sing with youA duet The garden is marking timeDoes it see its endLike I do Written for Lisa’s Quinzaine: 7.5.3 (1st line statement, 2-3rd question the 1st line) and Ragtag…
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4 August: Summer Sand and Sea (rewritten)
I think I’ll put this through the “refinery” and trim it down. The “refinery” is Joseph Harker’s method of stripping fluff out a piece of writing, and restructuring its symmetry. Summer Sand and Sea I.The suna solitary child shiningon the sea II.Its waves of tousled curls pourout little shells III.A breezeof liquid wind to breatheupon…
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30 July: A Cadralor Poem
30.7.23 – A Cadralor Poem: Reading Stones I.I’m reading their stones,the old dead,remembering thoseI never knew. II.Her name is May.2-months. Sweet childwho never cried.Delicate as spring. III.Here lays Captain Morton,stood on a curving prow.Troubled by a cargo,the sea took him down. IV.A fisherman at rest,in rain and morning air.A squalling tangle of nets,his lights still…
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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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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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