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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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1 June: Sanctify
Sanctify I remember our last goodbye. A small slip of a tear between us. A kiss on the cheek. Yours felt surprisingly cold for a scorched autumn day, and I remember the blue-eyed sky, the old orchard, apples that fell like red hoofs thundering on the ground, and sunlight was my eternal joy. I have…
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31 May: Some Days
Some Days A seagull landed on my roof.It looked around and around.Doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a lighthouse though. Some days I’m a lighthouse.Some days I’m the sea.Some days I want to drown,and I confuse myself when I float. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: Drowned by Vasily Perov, Original Title: Утопленница, date: 1867
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30 May: An Erasure Poem
A Nod to Not Listening A frail old manstoodstaring out. He looks awful.Eyes sunkenand dark. Skin like mayonnaise. He nodded at dying,We’re not listening, he said. Image: by F. Goya, An Old Man and a Monk. from the Black Paintings series. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Text sourced from Jaws, by Benchley, Peter.…
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