Category: #RDP
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12 March: Rough Sleeping Since
Sleeping Rough Ever Since It was a Saturday, and Adam was having one of those stream of consciousness thingies. Like a dream, but not. He’d returned to paradise. Had a small blot hole right on the beach. Maybe a little caravan, or an RV in need of cheap repair, like in those advertisements that fill…
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10 March: for RDP Timorous
First Crocus of Spring Year on year, you reappear.Timid rebirth.Timorously waiting through winter’s greyscape.And then suddenly,first fragile beauty to bloom.A crocus, golden eye of colourrising fearless. Petals open. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt. The word for today is “timorous.” AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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9 March: A Festooned Thursday Door
Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through some holiday snaps and found a few to share. This door with its carved festoon features is from a road trip in 2015…
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8 March: Rattling Old Bones
Rattling Old Bones Children,noisy as crows calling out,wound up tight, andlet lose on dinosaur bones. The museum echoeswith a rattle of words,they rise then settlelike dust on the floor. Take the train. Bring the kids. Half-price! A young motherwith three small childrenpauses, meditates ona spectrum of colour from the beveled windows.A rainbow has spilled its…
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8 March: for RDP’s Apricity
The Heat and Freeze of It You know, like apricity,that feeling when the sunbores deep into your skin, like that stinging when yourbrain’s in paradoxical cold.Is it hot or cold; don’t know. And he says, Yes, what about it. Well this feels just like that,all stinging, I say, brushingsnowflakes from my eyelashes. Written for Ragtag Daily…
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7 March: Skyful of Moon
A Skyful of Moon I approached a manstanding in the street. He was staring at my house.No, he said, I’m looking at the moon. And there shining bronzeand gleaming gold, it leaneddown large over us. That moment seemed oblivion,dark and meant to keep. I remember reading somewhere,When the night is filled with black,write across it…
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5 March: RDP “Intransitive”
It Is Raining She is an intransitive verb.No need for objects, orthings that have no face. She stands. A pathedged by stiffened trees.It is raining. The stream is rising.Swift. Churned clouded silt.Her dog jumps in. It’s gone. Some decisions are wrong,she tells herself. Her wordsdisappear below the water. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Intransitive”. AI Digital Artwork…
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3 March: for RDP “Satyr”
A Modern Satyr Lust’s eternal reaper, hecuts a fine figure throughthe furrows of night, a prowler usingfog as his clarity.He walks the myth of biology and religion.A kiss of deceit. His feet,imprinted oddities of hooves that scrambleon sharp stones.It’s the sound of questions and intent.Silencecuts the fog with clarity. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Satyr”. AI Digital…
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1 March: for RDP Sunset
A Landscape An old shoebox filled with photographs, some black and white turning to sepia. But this colour print caught my attention. A tired looking man standing in a field, a long stick in hand, a dog by his leg, and very well trained that dog looks to be, black and white sheep peppering the…
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27 February: RDP – Radiate
In Us Bones of trees, we are bulbs of earth’s womb. Iced moon. Sun drifts. The child in us radiates poetic. Written for RDP Ragtag Daily Prompt: Radiate. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #RDP #amwriting @midjourney
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