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GloPoWriMo Day 12: In the Style of Marvin Bell’s The Dead Man Poems
The Old Woman With No Cat (#2) 1. About The Old Woman and Shrinking the old woman with no cat grew up drinking milkmilk in a glass in pudding on cerealice cream cake chocolate with biscuits milk for growingand she grew long as a sentence and tall as a…
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GloPoWriMo Day 11: In the Style of Marvin Bell’s The Dead Man Poems
The Old Woman With No Cat #1 1. About the Power of Perspective the old woman with no catrests her right hand on her hip looks out the kitchen window and stares down the streetshe shifts her weight and rests her left hand on her hiplooks out the kitchen window …
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for Sunday Whirl Wordle #548
The Writing Game Poets plan out their liveslike three line haiku, drivento write away minutesand hours. They sit hunchedunder mote slivers of light,as the clock ticks on and chimes.They’re rhyming everyinspired syllable sent. And with the pen’s last breath,they drop, dry and spent.It’s a game, a set and a match. Sunday Whirl’s Wordle #548 Use the following…
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GloPoWriMo Day 10: Love & Taste
I.Once Once, right thereby the radio, which was on mostly in the morning for an hour, or when we left home so the house didn’t seem empty, and for most hours of the day, especially as old age set in, sleeping with sunlightpouring on her likea gentle massage, and right there,with a direct viewof the…
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GloPoWriMo Day 9: Nonet & Kimo
Two Poem Forms: Nonet and Kimo I.A Nonet Poem Hear night rain. You needn’t look, you knowits grey distance. You know laceworkthrough limbs. Twigs dripping armour.Dreams swept truant intosome occupied sky.Constellationsfrom elsewhere into soakednight. II. A Kimo Poem This morning’s air is empty of winterBird song pooling in my earsAnd green silkens the trees NaPoWriMo…
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GloPoWriMo Day 8: What They Never Tell You Could Fill a Book
What they Never Tell You Could Fill a Book (reading time: 00:01.14) It’s dawn.The moon laughs. My dogs are runningthrough the forest. For the lake.Gasping at air,chasing around chestnut trees.Around birch trees gleamingwhite in their own shadows. I play here.Climb trees.Feed magpies. Squirrels.Leave seeds for robins. AndI fall out of trees.Pretend to be a horse.Jump…
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Twiglet #273 Across the Sky
Frost Writes a Cloudless Sky It’s a cloudless day. Frosted white.The apple tree’s still threadbare.As if I’ll remember that. The plate slipped from my hand,my eyes filled with time, as ifto stall, then fall, but I was too slow.It hit the floor. I wrapped the pieces in broadsheets,Sunday Times, as if time mendsa break, or…
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Day 7 GloPoWriMo: I Feel Sunshine
The less you talk, the more you’re listened to ~ Pauline Phillips I Feel Sunshine – (reading time: 00:58:57) I was born after Mum ate an abundance of chilli, and then took a walk on the sand dunes. That’s when all the wailing began. Not Mum, the doc knocked her out cold, back then natural…
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GloPoWriMo: Day 6 Acrostic
From Blossoms in a Bag From April, had that frost not come,blossoms might’ve shouted out vernality, butcome not bees plumped and powdered bronze, this cold that strikes a slash, chews at fibresbrown to rotting limp and levelled low. Petalpaper seeping, nests empty, snail shells vacated. Bag up the remnants of this broken spring,of this brittle…
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