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28 Aug: for Jane’s Oracle Words
A Satisfying Harmony She draws hearts on the shower screenHe’s sanding rust off the radiator Truthful, yes, she dries damp towels on it He rifles his tool box for a wire brush, sitson the floor, blows dust off skirting boards She’s eager to pleaseShe draws hearts on the shower screen Jane’s Oracle spoke the words below. Photo…
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28 August: Inside a Dream
A Spark Byfreezing tempest,passion storms. Blazingat beginnings, middles, ends.Its embrace will see usblossoming. For dVerse Poets, an elevenie-acrostic-type poem, each line starting with the words from the phrase “by freezing passion at its blossoming” from Neil Carpathios’s The Kiss. Image is from Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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K’s Petite Pen: Recycling Day
Recycling Day Men in yellow hi-vis vests, theyknow recycling, which containerfor an armload of draft poems,which one for your destiny. A man’s throwing moisture curledpaper into a bin. I slip in a dozenglossy magazines as a boy hurlsglass bottles in a metal container. He spins and shatters each onewith a chaotic joy of destructionthat only…
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3 Lines from the Garden (revised)
and the ferns, dry but still green, shiver like nervous fingers. Note: format changed. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image is from Unsplash.
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26 August: Visual Verse Anthology
I am delighted and honoured to be published this month in Visual Verse’s August anthology. At the beginning of each month, this publication offers an image for writers to respond to … write and submit. They publish 100 pieces each month. Submission guidelines are on their site. Pop over to Visual Verse, and subscribe to…
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25 Aug: Café of Imaginary Dreams
The Little Middle One She’s the middle one,the one everyone cries over,the one nobody talks about. Buried like a pumpkin seed.Put a flat rock on top. No name.Just numbers.A date. An stillborn child does somethingto woman, it’s a blade of windthat cuts right through. Ain’t pretty. Written for an Image prompt: Café of Imaginary Dreams ©Misky 2022…
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24 Aug: dVerse Scents
The Scent … of Mum’s best table linen,the long runners, and napkinsstored in Grandma’s rosewood chest,pressed to a razor-edge whilst damp,fouled by the scent of naphthalene,yes, quite toxic, and lavender,not toxic but sickly, and very possiblythose non-drip Christmas candlesthat melted while Mum and Dad argued over whether the turkeywas thoroughly cooked or not.There was always…
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24 August: The Garden
Not everything in the garden is dead! All photos ©Misky 2022 Shared on Twitter
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24 August: An Elevenie Poem
Leavesare falling.Heat drained themdry. A crumble fromgreen exposing their brown skeletalend. Poem form: Elevenie. The image is mine. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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23 August: A Destination
A Destination Some days this town made him feelsmall. As if he’d lost himself. Other times, he felt both dead and alive.So he boarded a bus for anywhere else. And with each departure,he swore it would be his last. Written for Poetic Bloomings “Going Solo”. Image from WikiArt (Public Domain) by Jan Toorup 1858, The…
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