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for dVerse Poets Quadrille 129
Beyond the Rocks A splash of morning lightand my first cup of tea.Oh, curiosity of whatthis day might bring.The tide is out beyond the rocks,and I wish for some clarity.It came by return of tide, mywishes wasting away the day. Photo by Gary Yost on Unsplash Written for dVerse Poets “Quadrille 129 – Curiosity”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter…
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For Miz Quickly’s Inspiration
That Girl in the Red Hooded Cape This fantasy is morethan a child’s landscape.It’s a snap of a tripwirebehind masks.Hidden. Fearin tunes and dance.A disguise that grabs the shorthairs. Teethgleaming like moonlight.That sort of feeling,it sets birds off flyingbecause, truly, life’s scarierthan your forest, child. For Miz Quickly’s 30 May prompt Inspiration. Shared with #APoemADay on…
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A Berserk Limerick
A Berserk Limerick There once was a young fella from CambridgeHis height was embellished with foam wedges.On water he walkedFloating rock to rockUntil shrinkage sunk his stride from seepage For Fandango’s #FOWC This was supposed to include the word berserk, but I couldn’t muscle it in, so it is what it is. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on…
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For Twiglet #228 and Visual Verse Anthology
A Deranged Silence I.Missing What siren’s mad songdrew this sailor’s eye from the horizon into the cold depths of water. II.The Stubble and Sweat Some days are blessed, and some days are chaos.Some days you’re rubbed upthe wrong way by stubble and sweat.Some days are tattooed on you,you’ll pay the piper…
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For Sunday Whirl #503
The Men Chasing Cod All those fishing boats offshore, they’re moving paragraphsshifting on the horizon.Nets out. Time idles.God’s odds for a bounty.And then the nets tangle.Grounded on someparenthetical, Captain says. (he likes that word – not sure of its meaning though)And his anger turns wicked thunder,and it rains down on us.The catch is lost.…
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Miz Quickly’s Catch and Release #2
He Doesn’t Care What the Papers Say Forget things likeumbrellas.Restaurant food.Fast cars and posh clothes.Face masks. Evening mist fills his eyes,this shepherd and his sheep.Stars that once breathed in fire,now blink in patterns of brokenlight, and the apple of his eye, these sheep, who ask noughtbut to possess this verdant day.The shepherd turns his headagainst…
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Miz Quickly’s Prose Sonnet About Rain (draft)
An Untitled Prose Sonnet (for those using visual assistant/speech software) Rain divided the day in half. I usually write in the morning but I spent it idle, wandering wordless. You mowed the rug-thick grass, that robin following behind you, and you laughed at its flitty chirp, as it pulled over-fat…
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for Miz Quickly’s Hidden in Plain Sight
Balancing Teacups It’s a balancing act.That tottering sunshine-bright teacup balancing on your knee, orthat void between wakefulness and nod, when your head snaps back, and it chooses awake.And life, of course, pretty much all of it. for For @Miz_Quickly Hidden in Plain Sight and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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for Miz Quickly: Oh Brave
Be Brave I.I’m older now. LovedAnd well worn.Like a favourite pair of shoes, andI’ve a happy heart forSimple things.Bravery. Faithfulness. Patience, Except when it comes to fishing. II.My sister loves fishing. She braves Freezing water forHours on end withNothing more than a shiverTo show for it. My dad lovedFishing. We scattered hisAshes on the…
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for Miz Quickly Day 25
Molly (a poem in reply to Mary Oliver’s “Percy”) My dog, named after my mum’s beloved dog,although she told me some years laterthat she’d never had a dog by that name,or for that matter a dog of any name, and when I showed her an old dog-eared photoof her holding…
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