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12 June: #SOCS Spring Green
The Grassy Margins Nature’s apparitionis a green garb,blissful colourspilling from itself.We tangle into itsbouquet margins,we, who find ourselvesin a cuckoo’s shoes,displaced in green. for Linda Hill’s #SOCS, prompt: write a piece based on an image. Image by Thomas Hart Benton, Spring Cave, 1955. A new musical find for me, Cosmo Sheldrake, who’s producing some very interesting…
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11 June: It’s Personal
It’s Personal Wanted. A flower girl. And a fire starter. An angel in a tablecloth.Night water.And a waltz. Where is the love, Lady Marlene. The north wind knows. For Song Shine Sounds, Flashback Track. Write a personal ad with the title of a song in it. Be sure to include the track in your response. And…
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10 June: An Erasure Poem
He was indulging himself to get rid of them. To make every person an open glass door. He blushed at the terrible temptation. Image from WikiArt: by Matise, The Open Door. Public domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter. Digital Jaws. Pub. Pan 70, 2017. Definition: Erasure…
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9 June: For Song Shine Sounds
In reply to Nope Not Pam’s post on Wind Down Wednesday, (asking about favourite groups that we came late to discovering), I’m a fan of a Norwegian group called Katzenjammer, and here’s one of their songs called Soviet Trumpeter that has a brilliant stop-motion video with paper cutouts. You can see it on YouTube. The group played…
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9 June: No Matter Your Stones
No Matter Your Stones No one tells you that Brighton beach isn’t sand, that it’s pebbled and rolls underfoot. If wading in surf is your pleasure, well, those pebbles will batter your toes and bruise your shins. The weak ankled are easy to spot, their arms flaying the air for balance, their knees wobbling about.…
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8 June: For K’s Petite Pen
A Loose Spool Here under the treeswhere kiwi-green grassis level as lawn, and crickets sound likedry wooden cogs, midday heatclings to herlike a russet coat. For Petite Pen: 30 words or less. Image is from Vicente Romero Redondo ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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7 June: Déjà Vu
Déjà Vu It’s that odd chill you get likewhen you walk blinded into a dark bar like that oneat Place Drouet d’Erlon in Reims. Your eyes don’t adjust, and each stephas a fluorescent strip marking your decline,and the air conditioner is blowing a howl. And all you wanted was a whiskey after dinner. Image: Tristan…
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6 June: Parallels
Parallels Small delight,a sunset. Its purpose,though brief,to exist,and then vanish. Nothing left behind,but stars.The parallels.The purpose. Perhaps I am a sunset.And you. As well. Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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5 June: Is This Tragedy
Is This Tragedy She’s at this land’s edge looking into machete-sharp light.He’s leaving.He’s burning it all down. His ship sails out of her echoesinto a taunting sea. Her heart leaks music. She watches land’s end. Written for K. Hartless Petite Pen at Yardsale of Thoughts, painting by Vincente Romero. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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4 June: dVerse Dissonance
Dissonant Weather the rain rainthe tick tickand pitpat off guttersgurgling anddrowning the ground withgushand swill squishas worms float intothe flash of a black bird’s beak for dVerse Poets: Dissonance in Poetry. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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