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  • 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…

    Misky

    Jul 28, 2021
    #apoemaday, Poetry, Twiglets
  • dVerse Quadrille #132

    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  …

    Misky

    Jul 27, 2021
    #apoemaday, dVerse, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    dVerse Poets, quadrille
  • 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…

    Misky

    Jul 25, 2021
    #1linerWeds, ekphrastic, Poetic Forms, Poetry, prose
  • 24 July 2021: This Is Not a Diary #SoCS

    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…

    Misky

    Jul 24, 2021
    #apoemaday, #SOCS, Poetry
  • Here We Nap

    Here Where the Heat Is Here, where heat seepsthrough stones,and shadows wedgeinto the hours, and air hangs spareand paper thin,here we napin near-dead sleep. I’ve recycled the phrase near-dead sleep because that’s the way a nap feels in 33.6° heat. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

    Misky

    Jul 23, 2021
    #apoemaday, Poetry
  • 22 July: 20 Pieces of a Poem

    Piece #2: The One That’s Preposterous He thinks of his mum when he eatssliced white bread, the sort that stickson the back of your front teeth. Ida, that’s his mum’s name. If she hada middle name, he didn’t know it.Probably didn’t much care. A namewouldn’t change his side of the view. Ida baked a loaf…

    Misky

    Jul 22, 2021
    #apoemaday, 20 Pieces, Poetry, Twiglets
    20 Pieces
  • 20 July: 20 Pieces of a Poem

    Piece 1: The One with Similes and Metaphors When the midday sun is winter low, and lovers cast a single shadow, and he is like twice-frozen snow, and she’s milk and honey melting, and love, that’s her secret, and desire is his, and they wonder – will they, won’t they, fit together like a perfect…

    Misky

    Jul 20, 2021
    20 Pieces, dVerse, Poetry
    20 Pieces
  • Saturday’s Stream of (un)Consciousness

    My house has a red door. Not sure why I chose red, except that I like red. Nobody else around here does, it seems. Across the street, their front door is white. Next door’s is white. The other side is grey. Next to them is grey. There’s a blue one up the street. And a…

    Misky

    Jul 17, 2021
    #SOCS, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    #SOSC, Haibun
  • dVerse Chants

    dVerse Chants

    A Slash of Ink that note wasa bee sting. washeated and burnt.was stabbed.was sharp.hung. unstrung. undone.one correction.a turn. returned.again, burnt bya critic’spen. Responding to dVerse Poet’s prompt “The Chant”. I didn’t manage the chant element well, so I’ll not post back a link of their site. I can think of no good reason for people to…

    Misky

    Jul 16, 2021
    dVerse, Poetry
  • An Unfinished Symphony Sort-of-Poem

    An Unfinished Symphony Sort-of-Poem one pigeon in the kitchen,two magpies on the roof        three mudhens        and a wren plusfour dogs are barking WOOF,five crows with shiny trinkets,six boys making too much noise,seven girls in pearls and curls        dancing to a dog         and…

    Misky

    Jul 15, 2021
    #apoemaday, #FOWC, Poetry
    #apoemaday, #FOWC
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