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15 March: April’s #AtoZChallenge
It’s called April’s A-Z Challenge, and it’s ten years running. Fandango published a post about it, and I’ve decided to unofficially participate. Theme: All Things Weather. I’m thinking micro-poetry with A.I. artwork. Short and sweet, quite unlike my gammel self. The calendar is shown below. Sign-ups and form filling is ready at the site: https://atozchallenge2.wordpress.com/2023/03/11/a-to-z-challenge-theme-reveal-event-2023-atozchallenge/…
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15 March: Sussex Dialect
Into the Bracken There once was a man from otherwheres,Who right boffled drank a bittle on dare.He overget the breachy quite well,But into a tye of brakes he fell,And no twit or oration did we spare. Sussex dialect translated into familiarityoration – to make a fussotherwheres – elsewhereoverget – to overtakebittle – a bowl of…
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15 March: dVerse Places
The Coast That sound from the lighthouse,a primitive one-string cello,bent low and playing to the fog.The waves, whose chorusdissolves back into the sea. I was raised by the sea, lived andbreathed by its sound and scent. Rocked to sleep in a metal dingywith a big black Mercury engine.That engine, diesel fumedand bluing the air —…
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15 March: a Ragtag’s Imprecation
Spellbound White feather on her pillow,between her fingersgently grasped. Downy. White. It’s fragile flight.Tucked up betweenpages in a book. It’s an imprecation, to keep herfrom flying away at night. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “imprecation”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting #RDP @midjourney
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14 March: The Egg
L’ œuf Bright asmorning sunan egg’syolkspringlike freshforsythia yellowwith a lightpinch of salt. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “pinch” AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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12 March: Her Shadows
HER SHADOWS His mother leaned overto give him a kiss, her lipsthe colour of ruby jewellery.He ducked, luckily missed her red smear across his face.She had this marvellous way of leaving a room. Her intensesummer perfume hangingpregnant and pretty in the air.Fading like a photo. A shiver.And he remembers two menwearing tang-colour uniforms, they carried…
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12 March: Rough Sleeping Since
Sleeping Rough Ever Since It was a Saturday, and Adam was having one of those stream of consciousness thingies. Like a dream, but not. He’d returned to paradise. Had a small blot hole right on the beach. Maybe a little caravan, or an RV in need of cheap repair, like in those advertisements that fill…
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11 March: FOWC The Toothbrush
Yes, Perhaps So I’m visiting my mother. I wake in a strange bed,and make my way down the hallto wash my face. There next to the sinkis my toothbrush topped witha pea-size drop of toothpaste. Mum’s reliving my childhood. When I was a kid, she did this, too.I assumed she was being frugal.Maybe it was…
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10 March: for RDP Timorous
First Crocus of Spring Year on year, you reappear.Timid rebirth.Timorously waiting through winter’s greyscape.And then suddenly,first fragile beauty to bloom.A crocus, golden eye of colourrising fearless. Petals open. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt. The word for today is “timorous.” AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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10 March: for dVerse Syzygy (revised)
A Syzygy I.A woman stands in the rain.Hat. No coat. No umbrella.No need, she won’t rust. II. A hoe in her hand. She tendsthe soil. Bends and bows.Rain is her background. III. She sings around the fringesof a tune from childhoodabout leaning on a rainbow. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems…
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