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  • 17 November: 05 Völuspá

    Yggdrasil’s Ash For eight days seers of sun,and equal nights by frost,Young Odin dwelt with venom dropsof a serpent’s back. Then his flesh set upon by fire,one lit to right,one to left.No food. No water was he offered. And when a hart saw the harm been doneit bit into a branch of the Yggdrasil Ash,and…

    Misky

    Nov 17, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry, Völuspá
  • 17 November: Found Poetry

    The Burn No beauty without end.No love burnsto be extinguished. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of Found Poetry and…

    Misky

    Nov 17, 2023
    AI Art, Found & Remixed, Poetry
  • 16 November: 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 #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion 

    Misky

    Nov 16, 2023
    photography, Thursday Doors
    Thursday Doors
  • 16 November: Found Poetry

    Whisper When you find him,life changes. Everywhere.Wherever.In the stars and infinity. But melancholy came unjustly,and whispered in your heart. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…

    Misky

    Nov 16, 2023
    AI Art, Found & Remixed, Poetry
  • 15 November: Lampposts

    Lampposts Mum said babies should arriveat night, they should cosy upto the moon and stars, goodbabies that is, but I was bornin the glaring sun, and becamea lamppost’s shadow. I grew up asking too manyaching questions, headachethumping what-if what-ifs,and Mum insisted she hadn’tlicked me clean at birth, likea newborn calf, or Bambi, ’cause back then,…

    Misky

    Nov 15, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry
    AI Digital Art, Poetry
  • 15 November: Found Poetry

    Poorly Hope advances,but what does a poor man do –he finds a way to become rich,and in spite of that,feels poorly. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in…

    Misky

    Nov 15, 2023
    AI Art, Found & Remixed, Poetry
  • 14 November: for Sunday Whirl

    Tunnel Vision Stood there, pitied not,before a mirror,a body that’s escaped memory. Blind lips.A kiss pressed with fire. Never trapped,but let lose to burnamongst glass stars. It’s been far too long since I played with Brenda’s Sunday Whirl. Happy to be back for this one. Sunday Wordle #628 a dozen words: stars, glass, fire, trapped, lose, tunnel,…

    Misky

    Nov 14, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry, Wordles
    AI Digital Art, Poetry, Sunday Whirl, wordle
  • 14 November: Found Poetry

    Knocking This divine intoxication,this eternal happiness,this is right,this scattering of joythat’s knocking at the door. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise…

    Misky

    Nov 14, 2023
    AI Art, Found & Remixed, Poetry
  • 13 November: The Rehearsal (Oldest Version)

    The Rehearsal: Broken Epitaph there’s the conversationperhaps there’s rain and cold a broken story unfolds no I don’t know what they say,and does it matter anyway all those cracks in cords, those oaths,play 4 and then 4 again, play oneof those endless pieces with cracks in mirrors and soulsthat fall apart and then the music…

    Misky

    Nov 13, 2023
    AI Art, Poetry
    AI Digital Art, Poetry
  • 13 November: Found Poetry

    Light & Dark No wind blew in.No life from outside.And when you come out into sun,you knew light and darkness,and matters of the heart. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious,…

    Misky

    Nov 13, 2023
    AI Art, Found & Remixed, Poetry
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