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12 October: A Cadralor
Kimchi – (poem form: a cadralor) I.It willBubble and fizzThen jump upAnd bite you. II.Chopped andSalted, and left inBrine, drained and squeezed,Gochugaru pops. III.No silver,No metal shall it touch.Only wood or clayof earth. IV.All nightIn the dark and coldIt lives, it fizzesA lowly burp. V.Wintered inThis chilli wind,There in a vented jar,Fermenting kimchi. Written for dVerse Poets,…
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11 October: Gone Amok
When Your Brain’s Gone Amok The sun is low,lacingthrough the clouds.It shineson summer’s charred remains.Autumn is bright as apples.And the dayis going well enough,until I recall somethingthat I said 5-years ago. Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: “amok” 35 words (sans title, I assume). ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Digital Artwork is mine.
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11 October: Walk Away Now.
Walk Away Now And he said to her, “Death is quite romantic”… Walk away, she told herself. Now. Just walk away. They stood at the edge of the marsh, and she said, “Death is not romantic. It’s not effortless. It’s not a child who takes you by the hand. It’s not going softly into the…
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11 October: Singing
watchingfrom greenlacquer leaves oflaurel in air lightas dainty silver, a sparrowsings. Image: AI Digital Art ©Misky 2022, Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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10 Oct Found Poetry: Her Two Cats
HER TWO CATS I heard laughter. I heard glee. And then two large gray cats stared at us. They tilted their heads as if to grin and to do illegal things. Again. Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July…
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9 Oct Found Poetry: Her Light
Her Light The worldbelongs to a poet. A poetbrighter than daylight. Silent as a window. Found poetry sourced from the pages of the Fear Street series, “Night Games” by RL Stine. Published by Simon Pulse (ebook) edition July 2022. ISBN 9781439121443. All images are my own, created with AI (artificial intelligence) using MidJourney. ©Misky 2022…
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7 Oct: Personification of Autumn
She Is Autumn What’s with her darknessthat comes so quickly as autumn,the way she dresses in mistand carries storms in her head. What’s with the way sheremoves blossoms like stockings,tossing them asidein a dying landscape. And what’s with this silenceas she discards her halo and wings,and dries blood redon every wrinkle of leaves. Digital Art…
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6 Oct: Steampunk Gardens
Thisgarden withscarlet parted lips,blue eyes, and crispgolden heads might speak, ifallowed. Image: AI digital art. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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