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23 February: Found Poetry (Remixed)
23 February 13.1-2 Our eyes hunger for your face.Let not the years separatememory. Your shadow is speechless,but it knows its depth. 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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22 February: 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
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22 February: Ink In Thirds ‘Burn”
The Burn Come in leafless shadows shakenLast year’s fallen trees, slash piles and broken fences A pyre of white smoke scribbling the sky Written for Ink In Thirds, #TLT “burn” #comelaydownink Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used…
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22 February Found Poetry (Remixed)
22 February 10.3 I.My heartis a fountainto fill their cups. II.I am a harpof harvested seasons,and this hour is my flamethat burns. Empty and darkI shall be oil and light. 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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21 February: Found Poetry (Remixed)
He walked toward gatesthat called his name.There was noshouting one to anotherof his coming.Only of his being. 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 Prophet,…
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21 February: 6SS Passing
What happens When You Fall Asleep to Music My head is filledwith the long stretched stringsof a hundred violins. And one cello whose cry hangslike a suspended thunder storm. This percussionwill beat down the Gates of Troy. Clashing, those triple brass cymbals.Those spears of flames, fierce as joy. Out of Homer, these soundspass through me…
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20 February: dVerse Quadrille
Winter Leaves blowand gather at the foot of the wall.Night is silverly silenced wind,except for streetlightstouched by electricity’s singing. Houses are silent.We’ve withdrawn from the rain.Closed curtains. Pulled chairs to the fire.We know this wind only as winter. Written for De’s dVerse Quadrille #195 “touch”. Quadrille’s require 44-words, sans title. Some artwork is created using Midjourney…
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19 February: for 6SS (prosery)
Of Its Passing Her voice holds the centuries,and yet she is a young one. She passes through the turn of a wheel,its eternal time hung on a thorn – the mist pulling up behind heras time leaves her to air and dry. This young one builds stone bridgesbut still wades through the water. “Did you…
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20 February: Found Poetry (Remixed)
He turned to the sonsof ancient mothers,the riders of tidesand eagerness of sails. In this air, you, sleepless mother,I come on the freedom of wind. 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”…
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19 February: Found Poetry (Remixed)
The sea calls to all things. To the hours.To the burn of night that freezes. And here the tongue gave 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 of new series…
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