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Miz Quickly’s Day 2: Break/Broke/Broken
And Another Thing Broken Iguanas are dreamingthey’re alligators, and night is broken by dreams, the moon’s prowlingaround street corners, sniffing like a dogat protesting stars, and nobody’s sleeping – we’re all broken by dreams. Written for Miz Quickly “break/broke/broken” Image is from Unsplash. ©Misky 2021…
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Miz Quickly’s: 1 December 2021
On Two Turned Legs This is about a wicker chair,one of four pushed roundMum’s maple dining table,that my not-yet-husbandbroke as he leaned backon its turned spindle legs,the seat giving way, and the wicker frayed, andit was on this day that mynot-yet-husband wentold-school and asked myfather for my hand to wed,and as my mother surveyedthe damage,…
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dVerse Fragments
Five Tercet Fragment Poems I. Writing letters with Words slipping in between Rusty spells gone off II.Cold, and she’s frightened Of moonlight. It’s ice Like bleached bone and whispers III.It’s a long journey through winter It’s alive And standing. There IV.Everyone is somewhere You reappear like a sorrow That keeps on…
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For VV December Vol 9 Chapter 2
Visual Verse: December 2021 A Stone Horse This horse wants to sink its feetin the ground, scratch its rumpagainst the sky, and fill itsvacant hours with memories of meadows, scented hay andsweet green grass. A dusty roadto run and run on, and to gallopover the juices of earth, and to never return from where it…
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2 December 2021: Through the Window
A bit of snow and ice through the window this morning. Image ©Misky 2021
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Two In An Inkblot
Two In An Inkblot These twoBornto play oneoff the otherOne orthe other isalways in favourThey wantto lovebut they’refilled with want Written for kHartless Ink Blot, image from Rorschach’s Inkblots on Getty Images. ps: Should be 50-words. It’s not.
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For Visual Verse Anthology on Instagram
I’ve Been Thinking About Lost friends that I used to ring,to wish them a happy birthday,or maybe complain about work, or the sort of friends that youwouldn’t ring because you weren’tthat close, or maybe you would ring them once every few years,and then you’d feel all warmand kindhearted for doing it. But mostly I’m thinking…
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Day 30.1: NaPoWriMo 2021
Meeting of Two Minds Is this the road that takes you to your end,the one you’ve followed through seasons, journaled it in a personal diary, and locked it with a little brass key. Is this your ordnance survey,your uncharted map, where your influences meet. Is this where your river forks into indecision. Where is your…
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Day 30: NaPoWriMo 2021
Here in This Knocking Knocking Winter quickenedthrough gaps andcrannies in the windows.The curtains trembled against the draught, andthe knocking knockingof that oak branchagainst the house. I thought it a train whistleat first, wind-songs blastingin the distance. Icy coldhitching along the tracks. My dreams that night werestrewn with shipwrecks,and all I could do wasstand on the…
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dVerse Poets Quadrille #141
dVerse Poets Quadrille A Blast of Cold Along the beachblows a cold wind,quick as a ghostit travels the Channel,and prowls the coast.And it snows. It’s nothing, if nothungry for white.A crowning drapethat we know will go.Our sentinel snowmanmelting on the shore. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #141 “Crown”. 44 words sans title. Image is Brighton beach…
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