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13 August: A Thursday Door
Osnabrück’s City Hall side entrance door. Both photos are clickable to view full size image. This city has an amazing history, which you explore at Wikipedia Osnabrück. 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…
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31 August: A dVerse Ought Not Haibun
Ought Not I’m not sure about the year, but it was the summer that Mum painted the porch stairs emerald green. Greener than jade. And shiny enamel. I thought it looked like Amazon tree frog green. And she hung eight baskets of trailing fuchsias and forget-me-nots from the eaves off the back porch, as if,…
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30 August: dVerse Blue Moon
It’s Pulling On You A cold ember moon in my hand on this lyrical night, waxing and waning, worn, torn, and heavy twice in August. It lingers and hangs in its moonlight benediction. Only once in a blue moon, they say, and should I forget, that moon’s a kind of grief from the genius of…
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29 August: Published by Visual Verse
Much To My Unsuppressed Delight Sunday was with Granny. Grandpa lived there too,but he was as dependable as weather, a shiftless man, claimed Granny, but I liked him,and I adored the white rabbits that lived in old apple crates with chickenwire doors.I fed them carrots straight from the garden while Granny had one stewing with…
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28 August: The Goatherd #6
And After A Time She settlesin a small thatched hutwith a platformto sleep … no need for more.Her days are an evened echo of walking. Goats. To water.To food. Some days come disguised,as a volcano, or a caged hawk,or a jungle,or purified water … or freedom. One day she’ll…
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27 August: Harps of Glitter
Harps of Glitter And they poured into the church,the fair,the rich and young,the faultless and proud. And the preacher stood and said,Let us now sing from page 254. And for all their language, quipsand babble, and harps of glitter,all they could managewas to hum. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “Hum”, some artwork is created using Midjourney AI,…
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27 August: Amorphous
Amorphous She remembers the summeras hot andprickly dry. She spent most of itlicking moistureon her lips, and then her upper lip peeled,cracked, and bledas she gnawed the twiggish twisty bits with her lowerteeth. And then the summer was gone.Her memoriesfaltering, a penny for your porous,amorphousthoughts. And she stares off, wondering what was she thinkingwhile her…
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25 August: The Goatherd 5
5. When He Sees Her Her donkey shifts its weight, and stares.A man. Lean and tall. Long limbs. A facewith lines as deep as a flash flood’s gulley.The man studies the woman milking his goat. She’s lean and tall. Long limbs. A face thathe can’t read. She rises from her haunches,and licks the last trace…
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24 August: A Thursday Door
The “Walhalla” Inn in Osnabrück built in 1690. 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…
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24 August: A Haibun
To Feed A man and a woman sit in chairs that through the passing of time have become his chair and her chair. The room is a warm beige colour, the name of which neither of them can recall, but it was a popular colour a few years ago. They both have the same colour…
