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10 January: #JusJoJan Periwinkle
Watching There’s a blank wave webbing across the pond, and quarrelling ducks under the influence of a boy throwing stale bread. He wipes his nose on his cuff, and throws more bread at the clear periwinkle sky. And a 200-year old oak is watching all this. Written for JusJoJan 10 Jan: periwinkle. usAI Digital Art is…
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10 January: “Bold” Quadrille #44
Croak He keeps skinny tadpoles in a pickle jar, in there wiggling around, ink black, and legless. He plucked them from a bell loud pond where hundreds of them were born, again and again. And a big frog with palpable grievance boldly croaks. And croaks. Written for De’s dVerse Poets, Quadrille 44 “Bold”. AI Digital…
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10 January: for VV’s January Anthology
That Speckled Grey There was a man. And there was a horse that was the colour of pebbles, assuming that pebbles are speckled grey, and this man had a horse, or at least that’s what he thought, but facts, being facts, always aren’t because this horse had a man and this horse juggled its man…
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9 January: Yellow Brick
Yellow Brick How do you endure it, that colour of jaundice brick. Brick should be earthy, and red, warm as a sunset, not sick as a liver. It’s the earth, he replied. The clay is yellow. An answer, pure and simplified. The front windows were reflecting stray clouds and an amber sunset, and it filled…
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9 January: In Other Words
Snuzzle, snoodge, and snerdle: all verbs for snuggling under the covers according to the English Dialect Dictionary. And here’s a little music to go with those descriptive words. It was Peter Frankis who pointed the way to this group. I am hooked. Artistic Note: Midjourney AI art ( ref Dulac, v4) ©Misky 2023 AI Digital…
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8 January: Bloganuary
Rooted My roots, you say, well I’ll tell you this: Dad’s only wish that summer was to catch that fish. Worms on hooks. Flies on lines cast in air. Right from the start he said, I’m smarter than any fish. But it hid in the tendril roots, gills breathing, nebulous green leaves like shade from…
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7 January: Bloganuary
You Can’t Outrun Squally Rain Outside a fisherman ties his dingy to the dock. He runs for shelter below a lean-to sheet of plastic, as if a person can outrun squally rain. Nothing compares, being chased by a tropical squall. I’ve sheltered in a cafe with plastic chairs and tables. I glance up at the…
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5 January: Bloganuary
Like Freud Said dreams are desires, unconscious thoughts, like hallucinations. a rehearsal for situations, and managing challenges, and I write to empty my head of all that kind of stuff. Written for Bloganuary “why do you write?” A Sevenling poem. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2022 Shared on…
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5 January: Bloganuary
The Joy Of It I remember sitting on my small wooden stool reading The Little Red Hen to my mum, and although I didn’t know how to read yet, I knew story by heart, and now I’m listening to my granddaughter who’s sitting on a small stool reading me a story, and although she can’t…
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4 January: Bloganuary
A Senryū Poem I hold no treasure But for what I keep safe In the depths of my heart A Senryū poem form, written for WordPress bloganuary Lost Treasure. AI Digital Art is mine, created using Midjourney’s bot (v4b) Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting
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