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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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3 June: Against a Wall
Against a Wall Two women lean their backsinto the arch of a glass sky,spirits laid bare and free,a painting on a wall. Their bodies are bloomingsoft as silk sun, and they’refilled with irony and life,adorning imperfections. For them, ordinary is weak,and fork-clean. Friendsin-sync, neuro ad neuro.Like a final quit-cigarette. Women always lean backon a voice…
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2 June: #TLT 3 Line Thursday
My stacked biscuit bonesMy knobbled hickory stickTreading where wings were For Ink In Thirds #TLT Today’s word, which cannot appear in the poem, is: spine ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image is mine.
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