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5 April: NaPoWriMo
My Sister Doesn’t Write Poems When we were small, we shared the same bed. Grew up watching silver trout in the stream behind the house. Played with bubbles in the sunshine. Bound ourselves to wishes and love and each other. And she’d say things like harvesting a field of wheat just leaves a starving pattern,…
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5 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
5 April page 66.2 It is within you to heal, a dream fashioned of clay and a song to burn your lips. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced…
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4 April: NaPoWriMo “titles”
A Low Bench View How the massive and age-old chalk Breaks the sea’s penetrating rake Of this sceptre and emerald isle. How the light from winter’s lazy sun Pricks and twirls the water’s skin Where a churchyard edges our abyss. How its colours are spinning vertigo Of yellow, blue, white sand and pebbles. How time…
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4 April: A 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 my holiday snaps and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on X @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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4 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
4 April page 66.1 Understand the stones in your heart. Stand in the sun’s daily joy when fields are winter. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from the…
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3 April: NaPoWriMo “Doors”
The Sunny Side of the Door I’ve never dreamt of eating dusty bread, nor have I watched a field of red wheat grow. I’ve never wanted to be a man, even though I think women are beautiful. I’ve watched February snow as it melts into the black sound of rushing water. I’ve heard blackbirds sing,…
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3 April: Part 3 – The Colour of Walls
Previous instalments of this story: Part 1: The Pull Back Part 2: The Measure of Her Part 2: The Gatekeeper’s ResponsePart 3: The Colour of Walls Part 4: Tectonic Shifts Part 5: Out of the Frying Pan At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintPart 3: The Colour of Walls When you’re in the middle of a street you…
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3 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
3 April pg 57.3 The sea calls all things. The hours. The burn of night. It is to freeze, where the tongue gives it wings to fly across the sun. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start…
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2 April: NaPoWriMo “twos”
Ne’er the Two Shall Meet These trees are wired for applauseWired for flute-ish duets for sprites. Iridescent Yellow-beak blackbirds on a branch,Straight and still as black Obsidian worry beads. Mistletoe and ivy drapes on your wrist,As blackbirds sing to their crone. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 2 prompt and NaPoWriMo 2024, which is beyond an easy explanation…
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2 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
2 April pg 68.1 The thirst of heart’s knowledge, be it words, be it dreams, travel the wind’s course. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from the book…
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