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GloPoWriMo Day 22: Green
The Return of … rain in thehollowsthat fallsbetween stones skygrey and flat-footeda returnto earth’s soil softit is seepingbonesburiedwith roots green on greengrowingtogetheragain For NaPoWriMo Day 22 “Repetition “ I’ve tried to force a repetition of meter in this one. The operative word is “tried” as I have no control over how the reader might approach that.…
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GloPoWriMo Day 21: A Girl Named Lona
The Day Lona Left Her Husband We’re not apt to see each other again, she said,and although I knew that was true,it felt blunt and raw.Perhaps I always knew our friendshipwas going one direction. Friendships are rarely uncomplicated,ours was tangledand often unravelling,we entrusted secrets to pots of coffee, always there when needed.Yes, I think I…
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GloPoWriMo Day 20: Icky Food and 3 of 6 Words
I.Coriander: A List Poem It tastes of thirsty earthSteam vapour from smokestacksWhite porcelain bowls of coal tar soapPine-scented kitchen sprayScorched hairIt’s overwhelming, like a Chihuahua Like a static shockIt’s verbless and going nowhereIt’s corrosive as boiled lemon sweetsOr vinegarIt smells of microbes in a plastic drinks bottleIt’s a hepped-up mobIt’s a photograph…
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dVerse: Name of the Rose is Sylvia
Sylvia Says … in my dreamsI am quietaerialfull of secrets and my eyesare opensleep is thin and light.Dreams, too light of promise. And don’t tell your secretsto a dream, she says.Rearrange them like featherslike a madness. Sylvia saysher dreams are starved eyesthat stoleall her secrets. And Sylvia believesthe world is flat. for dVerse “Name of…
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dVerse Quadrille #150: Chalk
The Crumbling Chalk Cliffs of Sussex I’m standing hereon this wind-swept headland,parts of it worn awayby Atlantic storms.Torn.Renewed.Replaced.Time-slips into geography.It’s old bones behaving badly,these crumbling chalk cliffs.It’s the nation’s chalkboardto all those who sail ourindistinguishable thoughtsbetween words. dVerse Poets: Written for De’s #150 44-word Quadrille, including the word Chalk, and Twiglet #275 “word of words” ©Misky…
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GloPoWriMo Day 19: Heroes
A Conversation Over Sliced Roast Beef and Horseradish Name one, if you can,and he can’t.Says he doesn’t knowof any heroes. Says he doesn’t read thosesort of books, fantasy stuff.And he looks like a twisted knifewith that analysing smile of his,the one that always hints ofan approaching melancholy,and then he says,No, I can’t name a herothat’s…
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GloPoWriMo Day 18: Five Answers +1
Five Answers A Single Question I.Painting by numbers, flowery and bright,but just the odd numbers.Some numbers are like yellow teeth. II.Pegging bedlinen on the line, like hoistedsurrender flags, waving dry all day long. III.Wind, wreaking havoc on apple blossoms.Grass is their lavish rest, blossoms the colourof a porcelain doll. Scented perfumed powder. IV.There once was…
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GloPoWriMo Day 17: About The Dog
Just Sometimes My dog doesn’t doconspiracy theories orTimes crossword puzzlesbut she likes to go for walksand pull on ropesto breaking point, or at least she used to.My dog doesn’t careabout iambic pentameteror where words fall in poemsbut she likes cold tiled floorsin summer heat andlaying by the fire in winter,or at least she used to.My…
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GloPoWriMo Day 16: A Curtal Sonnet
Spill a Cloud of Cream This is the flower side of town.Spring pastels to tease your eyes,turn freezing blasts to prosper green.We sprout from winter’s frozen ground,into season’s route, and as months fly byyou’ll live with me, spring serene.Stay, and I’ll read you widow’s poems.We’ll linger long in a phantom dream,where yes, stars fall in…
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GloPoWriMo Day 15: Bring Me A Net
Or Bring Me A Net I want no part of rats‘though they’re hard to avoidrunning in gulliesand in the voids undergroundfound in riversswimming upstreamracing through schoolyardsand through holes in the fence.There are more rats than cats by far … Did you know Parisians ate rat in coq au vin, in beef bourguignon…
