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16 October: On The Hill
On The Hill There’s a large white crossat the top of the hill,and if it spoke, I’d ask ittoo many questions, butI understand its silence. It stands there, not insolitude, but in solidarity.Not in loneliness, as it’simpossible to ignore.It is not mystic or cryptic. It is what it is, andI, too, am nothing more. Image:…
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15 Oct Found Poetry: Part Of It
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 using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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15 October: As Rain
Frostymorning. Earlyon my ear.Dawn, bright and wideas bird song,sparkly asrain. Image AI Digital Art ©Misky 2022, Poem restraint: 1.2.3.4.3.2.1 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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14 Oct Found Poetry: The Fire
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 using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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14 October: Macro Moss
Hillof oakmoss clings northfell foot to water’s darkedge Image: digital art AI. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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13 Oct Found Poetry: Fire Starter
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 using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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12 Oct Found Poetry
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 using AI (artificial intelligence) at MidJourney. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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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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