Category: Wednesday Muse
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for Sunday Muse
Untitled: 71019 she is wind. her footsteps imprinted across the sand like ripples and waves as if her direction is earth’s mindfulness, and she watches us play with her future. written 4′Sunday Muse ©️ Misky 2019
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for Wednesday Muse
The Night the Sky Turned Lilac And then the sun set. It bit the horizon, and disappeared into a run-on-sentence. Sometimes, your brain won’t shut off. The date. The time. Nope, I really can’t remember. I could, if I tried, piece it all back together. Diagram that entire day when she died. Sometimes, it just…
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for Wednesday’s Muse & dVerse
Reflection This mirror grows old. A mirage of flaked silver. Flecked specks of questioning looks where time shines. Some fine young woman of centuries ago looks back at herself, looks to change her past. Looks to the future. And now it’s mine. It hangs on the wall. Catches the late afternoon sun. Reflects through the…
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For Wednesday’s Muse
Japanese Poetry Forms for Wednesday’s Muse #1 she is the branch furthest away from me now. just an occasional reminder, like a wind-flicker or a scent or a fold she left behind just before the trees went bare. For Wednesday Muse #1 poem form: mono no aware (mo.no-ah.way.ray) 5 lines depicting sadness at the passing of…
It's Still Life 