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14 May 2021: Frogs, a Squat, and Clouds
Frogs, a Squat, and Clouds because it croaked,I assume it’s a frog. bauble eyes spying the surface.it’s a peek and wet gush. it’s asstill and steady as a loaf of bread. frogs and bread, both a bit crusty,and given time, licked with green.an off-colour soaked tea bag sheen. it just squats there, a bubble risingfrom…
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for Fandango’s #FOWC “Whimsical”
Doin’ da Limerick There once was a woman with a shapely wiggleWhose whimsical nose had a permanent wrinkle.She was missing a tooth,So every word ended in toot 🎶and she laughed as if constantly tickled. Written for Fandango’s #FOWC One Word Challenge, the word being “whimsical”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay and #FOWC on Twitter  ©Misky…
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dVerse Does Blue
A Quick Study of Blue I.my interior monologuestirs the blues.that goblin in the undergrowth.that unwelcomedhue. II.the acer in the gardenis born to yellow leaf,against blue summer skiesit turns green. III.blue sky.blue pots.bluebells’ heads hung.a yellow yolk in a clear blue sky. for dVerse Poets. The colour blue. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter  ©Misky 2021…
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12 May 2021: Fandango’s #FOWC
Doin’ da Limerick There was a man from Adelaidewho asked the barman for a lemonade.When handed a Guinness,a barmaid who was a witness,said the man flew into a tirade. Written for #FOWC. I’ve always been intimidated by limericks. I still am. This is for Fandango’s One Word Challenge “tirade” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay and #FOWC on…
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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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