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29 July: Smoke and Ash
29.07.23 A Duplex Form A Duplex Poem: Smoke and Ash Windows open. Breeze skimming through the house,a song on the radio, don’t know who’s singing it. Not knowing isn’t not caring. For instancemusic that fills me like this skimming breeze. Music that fills gaps between my heartbeat,that throb in my neck and ears. Or a…
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29 July: A Duplex Poem
190 words, 1 minute reading time The Man In The Waxed Brown Raincoat He is wearing a waxed brown raincoat,and carries a sword wielding its warnings. Warnings smoking across breaking waves,this dying season of ash, birds and bells. The sky is at war, ash and bells tollinglike a defiling serpent of fiery terror. Like some…
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28 July: A Cadralor Poem
16 July: A Cadralor PoemI.River Po flows sand on sand.It’s merely, if that, a trickle. II.Liguria’s crescent cups Portofino.Air scented with sea and cactus. III.Cannes is a slow progressagainst a doubled down sun.Swallows sweep the sunset. IV.Leonard Cohen is singing on the radio.I order steak. Red and rare. Wine to match. V.And the air snaps…
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27 July: 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. This non-door photo is the open gateway to our local parish church, St Nicolas Church. Some doors never close. ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and…
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27 July: Wrought Iron and Wine
This photo was taken this month at the Hameau Georges Dubœuf Vineyard in Romaneche-Thorins France (the Route de Fleurie) For Ragtag Daily Prompt “Wrought Iron” Photo ©Misky 2023.
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27 July: Climbing Frames
14 July: Climbing Frames Last day in Milan.It’s raining.He wants to go to the parkand doesn’t care if it’s wetting down. He’s a 3-year old pirate,standing on the top of the climbing frame,shouting over the shrillnessof cicadas. My son’s beautiful boy. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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26 July: dVerse Ekphrastic Poetry
The Woman Who Lies with Rocks This woman is terrified of her own sanity.Some days, she thinks she looks likeChurchill’s bulldog, so she dresses in pink because dogs don’t wear pink by choice,and passerbys will smile and think,There goes that lovely woman in pink. But her sanity is a hatchery of anxiety. Sanity makes her…
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26 July: The July Journal 13.7.23
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24 July: Quadrille #180 Water
When Summer Smiles Blissful, this honeysuckle to the bees,kisses of Nirvana, clustered fruited trees. Hear the sweetness, a skylarks’s sprinkled song,clear as water down a thirsty throat. I’ll plant apple trees, its slant toward the sun,and on the table, rosebuds bending in a vase. Poem form Quadrille: 44 words (sans title) including the word “water”.…
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