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11 May 2021: dVerse Prosery
Prose: A Peripheral View The clouds open like windows for her – red billowing fields of wild poppies, dabs of Monet white-washed daisies. Spring rain allows nothing to stay asleep for long. Cornflowers will come along next in this wide green world. The air flutters with colour, and her thoughts are an utter abandonment of…
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Fandango’s One Word Challenge: “Fish”
The Word Is Fish I grabbed my jacket – stood there inan irritable wind and silver-tip waves,there in that howling hour of low tideand slow seeping mist. The wooden doors rattledon the boathouse, a half-falling downthing painted the colour of yellow paper,and its damp timbers – a smothering scent reminiscent of a slight headache.And there…
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10 May 2021: A Journal Entry
A new journal entry was just added to 10 May at The Journal. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021 https://miskmask.wordpress.com/2021/05/10/10-may-2021-a-meander/
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9 May 2021: When …
When Whencool moonlight scents the night colour-blind,and streetlights shimmer languages to stars, and May’s burnt into photos of things growing,and you’ve trampled all your question marks, that’s when I think about that bird that hit the window,and it fell to the pavement. A small soft stain.We wrapped it a towel, and buried it. That day…
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A dVerse Palinode
I.The Gardener (A Palinode: a retraction to the piece below) The gardener’s daypours back and forth.They’re dead, he says. The azaleas survived one summer.Died mid-winter when everythinglooks dead. He walks the garden,complains about living on a hillof chalk, the wind sweeping awaythe bits and pieces of his sentence. I’ll make the gardener a cup tea,and…
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dVerse Voices
The Gardener The gardener watches a softmuzzle of clouds lying in wait. Rain. He’s not much for poetry, but he is a poet. Each plant containsa gardeners’ syllable, perennial pages and stanza borders, and yes,…
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Twiglet #225
Off the Wall with a White China Mug Last spring, sitting on the patio,sun bouncing off the brick wall.Milky coffee in a white china mug. There was smoke in the wind.Bonfire, you said, but it was the pub burning down. for Twiglet #225 “white china” Photo by Ben Kolde on Unsplash Shared with @Experimentsinfc…
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From Gulls to Leaf and Hatching
Wind Just Isn’t Strong Enough to stop the flightof clouds and gulls,to stop a caterpillarfrom inching along a leaf,and it will never stopa chick from hatching, orseeds from sprouting, orstop a stream from running. But wind is a bear, a wily body. Photo by Eunice…
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for Twiglet #224
The Turn Back in those dayswhen darknessfilled my headlike an anchor, and memoriesclung in stripslike demons’ hair,back in those days when calendarsand clocks mattered,I never noticedthe moon’s rising head, turn and smile at me. for for Twiglets #224 “Rising Moon” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
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for May V’Verse
Ophiuchus It’s not quite a nightmare,more like the scariestpart of a funfair. And there’s a snake, namedafter a far away constellation,that moves in and out ofthe measurement of Pi. And that snake’s all smilesand black kettle eyes,and it slings off its lightninglike some ancient ode. And while you’re riding itsshoulder blades into blizzards,you raise up your…
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