-
Stream of Consciousness Saturday
31 July 21: A Stream of Consciousness Haibun The bees are crazy on fermented honey, like happy little saints working their way to heaven, and there’s pink and white and green in this a mangle of flowers, a handful for granny’s vase, and in a few days they’ll wilt and drop across the table, lily…
-
Flashback Friday: Assignment 2, Whitman’s Civil War – Writing and Imaging Loss, Death, and Disaster
Trônes Wood: The Somme They expected the heavensto fall. The stars to wail.Expected the nightto rupture white,smite their eyesand pour down ice. They feared their own creation.Now we fear our own forgiveness. We’ve lost their lessonsin long green grass,in wide meadows of rye,and in tin-tune birdsong.Those lessons, too porous,lost on the honour of dead. Years…
-
a dVerse Monotetra
A Storm Approaches Over sea and land, bleaching sky,Endless chase this wind from heaven.Harvest moon, a fever struck sty.Broke and driven. Broke and driven. Written for dVerse. A poetic form developed by Michael Walker: Monotetra. Stanza Structure: Line 1: 8 syllables; A1 Line 2: 8 syllables; A2 Line 3: 8 syllables; A3 Line 4: 4…
-
Here
Here I belong to thesesmall latitudes andlongitudes.This is home.My familiar horizon.An easy refreshment.I have a house with its ownover-the-lane neighbours.It’s tame here.It’s real.Occasionally monotonous.And I’ve decidedthat this is as faras I wish to go. Written to prompt: Fandango’s One Word Challenge (“include Real”) Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay and #FOWC on Twitter ©Misky 2021
-
29 July: 20 Pieces of a Poem
Piece #3: The One With Five Senses He comes from a family that rations affection, not that they’re cold or unfeeling, and he always assumes he’s loved even though it’s not put in so many words. There’s no diabetes from sweetness, that’s for sure, and they all possess a firm grip, a baker’s grip, no…
-
One-Liner Wednesday
Old rain falls on a heron – it looks down, and farther on, beyond the airless tangle around its legs. For One-Liner Wednesday. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay and #1linerWeds on Twitter ©Misky 2021 Photo by Karo Kujanpaa on Unsplash
-
for Twiglet #237
Puppet Dance Puppet toy,boy embodied on a string. Almost human, his hop and dance.Mimicked madness as the lights dim and the strings fall off. Such a pale and wan display,a wordless apparition as he runs wild off the stage. It’s a swarm in a storm. Written for Twiglet #237 ‘Wooden Puppet’. Photo by Jose Francisco Morales on Unsplash. Shared with #APoemADay…
-
dVerse Quadrille #132
Roll On After the icicles thawed,and damp left the basementthrough open windows,I remember wondering what happened to winter,I’ve no clear memories of it. Sometimes I’m like a stream,not knowing where I’ve come fromor where I’m going. I justroll on. Quadrille for dVerse Poets, including the word ‘stream‘. Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash . Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter …
-
Seventeen Syllables and Some Prose
The clipped wings of prayers still rise through the morning mist and falling raindrops. It is no effort to stay, rooted in the moon’s clatter, in this oily dusk, but when all parts of me are worn out, I’ll be freed to dissolve in the lipped waves of some spacious stream, gone from the green of…
-
24 July 2021: This Is Not a Diary #SoCS
Stream of Consciousness Saturday, 24 July I’m in the gardenbefore the rain starts again.Cutting rosesfor the kitchen windowsill, and a fistful of parsley. Cod with parsley sauce tonight.Mum’s old vase for the roses,tarnished, blueish, needs a polish. But not now. The parsley is washed.Sand and soil settlein the washbowl, not many insects,and no spray used…
It's Still Life 