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27 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
27 April Page 86.1 The wind bids me leave, to wander ever seeking. No day ended. No sunrise while earth sleeps. 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…
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26 April: NaPoWriMo
An Attempt at the Bright Side Liver. Ermmmmmm. Liver (shivering) with fried onions I love onions, unfortunatelyThis is supposed to be about liver, not onions. I know … Liver is best Kept inside a cow. Or a pig This photo was taken at Tablehurst Farm in Forest Row, Sussex. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024. Written…
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26 April: NaPoWriMo
A Poem Lacking A Title & Direction There was a dog the colour of old lace, eyes of onyx, always napping under the jasmine, loved chasing a ball, and puzzled over the shape of earth.He told everyone he might be a Time Lord. And there was a seagull icy white as phlox, whose wings were…
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26 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
26 April page 85.2-4 Your silent snow is a dream. Trust dreams in rivers of silence – They sing. Claim your limbs and dance. 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…
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25 April: A Thursday Door
St Thomas’s Gate at The Tower of London (Thames aspect) 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…
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25 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
25 April page 85.1 Night-bound eyes of day behold life and death as one, as if a river and sea are one. 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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24 April: NaPoWriMo
The Book When I was young and opened this book, I could hear wind chimes. It was like air, cool and dry on my fingers. Leather grain, and oiled from fingers, a subtle worn smooth surface. Leather strong and softly pliable. Resistance of the binding suggested an aged spine but it was much older. Grandmother…
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24 April: A Six – Part 6: How To Break Eggs
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 6 How To Break Eggs From Brigid’s diary: 17 April – Pierre’s standing at the end of the worktop, watching me, stone silent … butter foaming in a pan over a barely visible flame; 3 eggs lightly beaten; stir until curds…
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24 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
24 April page 84 Walk in clouds, in lightning, in rain, smiling at flowers and hands in trees. 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 The…
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23 April: NaPoWriMo
The Flashy Spangle Spots It’s one of those gloomy music days that I allow to pour out in spoonfuls from a small back room of fumes seeping in from a previous century, a room somewhere along the Moors where wet overcoats and woollen caps are hung to dry on hooks and whose muddy boots go…
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