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29 December: Found Poetry
Put Your Hands Down It entwines you,your left handtalking to your right hand.So open your arms wideuntil they’re exhausted. 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.…
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28 December: Found Poetry
Hidden Those secrets you hide. In your head.In your imagination.In your heart. It’s a weakness. It grabs you,and pins you downand causes eternal grief. It exists when hidden. 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…
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28 December: White As
White As I would draw myselfon a sheet of white paper, fill in the backgroundwith milk white snow. There’d be no trees,no cars,no trains nor planes, and I’d place myself mid-centre. Me, a white wolf,watching everything, and everyone,but not to be seen. Poems/prose ©Misky 2023.
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27 December: Found Poetry
Aperture A tiny aperturein your heart.For light.Gentle and mystical. Opened more,expelsdarkness. 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…
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26 December: Short Form Poetry
Bound to a Breeze Dance,winter wheat and sprouting oats that chase the breezeand swaylike the soul of music. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2023.
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25 December: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story
This is Nico, he’s 4, and he wants to know why that woman is pretending to be Santa Claus, and why she’s jingling a bell at everyone who walks by. I tell him that the woman is collecting money for charity, for people who haven’t enough money for toys if they buy food, or no…
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24 December: Sunday’s Recommendation
This week’s Christmas recommendation is called My Darling, written by the Sicilian Storyteller over at The Elephant’s Trunk. It’s a heartwarmingly tender piece between a mother and her child on Christmas Eve. Music accompanies this lovely poem. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and…
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24 December: A Few Thoughts on the Day
She’s 5. Eats Greek yogurt with honey. Her brother is 4, and he’s making pretend money. It’s Florida. December. The weather’s fine. Grandsons. Granddaughters. Of sons of mine. They are the heart of me.Wild flowers at the centre of me. He’s 13. Says Christmas is like a song. His sister says I’ve been away too…
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23 December: Found Poetry
A View Love is interiorTo succumbTo opened eyes As you sit on a chairOr walk down a roadLove is a view 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…
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23 December: A Few Things About Today
I.Clouds like smoke.She told me that in a letter she wrote a few years ago,that her smoke had gone black. I remember the smell.Charred rubber tyres.It hung in my head for weeks. That’s the way those clouds looked down on me today. II. An Untitled HaibunAn old woman, at least she looks older than I…
