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6 Sept: Jane’s Oracle Says
Meanwhile … (revised) all that crayon grey smoke pulling heavy on morning mist, leering at scabby fields seized by flame, and you feel the heat of fire asleep under your feet, and those flames are a herd of wild camels on the move. Oracle words shared by Jane. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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5 September: VV Anthology
A Voile Dream That’s why it begins like that, in the middle of a dream … in mid conversation … me and a tiger who fell through a voile sky. And the tiger says, What do you see? And I say, summer milkiness and bramble thorns, days fit to embroider on silk, and rivers wanting…
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4 September: Let the Clouds In
Let the Clouds In (working version) I. Sticky air and pinprick rain on my arms. Open the window, and let the clouds in. II. Sticky air and pinprick rain. Open the windows, and let the clouds in. Poem form: 16 words (1.2.3.4.5.1) and couplets ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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3 Sept: A Translation Poem
It’s Vertzil The hills have returned to vertzil green. The clouds are drunk on blue. A kite streaks across the plated sky, its tail at war with wind. Original poem “Snit” by Paul Demets. I only used the first stanza in its original language, Dutch, for this poem based loosely on a translation exercise. I read the…
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2 September: dVerse Choices
Is It Music or Poetry Musicstirs, formless,a conscious work,like words, vivid fluteor poetic arrow hitting itsmark. for dVerse Poets, “Choices”. Playing with a new form. It needs a name, but for now I’ll call it 4-Square (16 words: 1.2.3.4.5.1) ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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1 September: Last Photo on the Card
I’ve been playing with my old Canon EOS 1100 camera, and discovering what a joy it is. It’s a bit heavy, and a bit cumbersome, but the quality is still impressive. This post is in response to Bushboy’s monthly photo challenge: Post the last photo on your SD card or device in August. ©Misky 2022…
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1 Sept: Jane’s Oracle #3
An American Sentence: 17 syllables. The jaded sweltering heat that marched through August has brought us apples. Jane’s Oracle spoke her words: jaded; sweltering; heat (which turned out to be heal); and march. The full list of words are at Jane’s. I believe the Oracle has finished talking to me this week. Poem form: an American sentence consisting of…
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31 August: Lines from the Garden
Dragonfly Gauzed dragonfly floats by, it’s long as a blue thread. Autumn leaves fall like dying stars. Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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30 August: dVerse Shelter
Storms in a Teacup There was all that thunder, it left the air tight as a strange brew of poison. I pour ginger tea in a shallow cup, my head is not mine, it thumps, and I open the window. Lilac-coolness fills morning’s voice with construction down the street and the rhythm of a lawn…
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30 August: An Elevenie Poem
Falling Tonightthe starsare salty. Fallingdry and hard aspennies that won’t quench theearth. An elevenie poem: 1.2.3.4.5.1 Image from Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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