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dVerse Poetic Travels
Travelling in the Wilderness You can never read too much into anything.That’s what my granny Nne Nne says.She opens up the newspaper, and pointsher poppy red fingernail at some words. See here, she says, all words need spaces,a buffer for safety, it’s so those conflictingwords don’t bash into each other. And now I’m thinking of…
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Quadrille #117
Out of the Fog Comes the sun.it’s a clutch of warmth,a canopy suspendedover winter’s muscle.the sun abides in cheeks of roses,and on tensiled tailsof a comet.bright as a smile after sex.the horizon isNovember.licked and kickedby the sun. Miz Quickly’s Day 30 and dVerse Quadrille #117 “Abide” © Misky 2020
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24 November 2020
Haibun: Blown Home I remember the wind as grape-skin smooth as it flowed through the window. It lifted the voile panels — inhaling and exhaling time. The grandfather clock, I turned its key daily, and its oaked-box voice ticking solid and deep, geared-teeth grinding away at our eternity. That wind always came out of the…
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20.11.20
Miz Quickly’s Day 20 prompt was great fun. It’s not too late to join in the fun for the November Poem A Day Challenge
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dVerse Jisei Poems
Four Japanese Jisei Poems I.my wishful lookyou have buried, lock and keyin this folly home of neglect and blame,fortune, you are thrown II.winter finds its return,spurn this gold and gilt,into damp cobwebs spun III.leaves, prey of the worm,nature neitherrich nor poor,but proudis the creature living IV.her red veil hairand green eye squinta devotion ofdistintested warmthher…
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19 November 2020
That Tomato Red Chevy That car was work boots.Creaked like knees forcedinto bending at 6 in the morning,and rolled around cornerslike a tomato. It was windblownwith the windows rolled down.The bumper hung half off, clatteringas it sang wind chime songsto the pavement. Nothing ever happened in that carthat needed our confessing, but wewrapped around each…
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dVerse Eyes
Age Related One day these eyeswill be boarded up windows,only seeing the grey sideof sunspots.They water and drift on a halfhidden stain across a viewfrom where each day begins. dVerse “Eyes” © Misky 2020 Image Flickr Commons
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dVerse Double Quadrille #116
Impossibly Out of Reach One sunny Sunday, his grandad gave him50-pence for the church offering.He pocketed it.And that’s where it stayed.Until Friday.Which was laundry day.He took the coin from the pocketof his Sunday best trousers,and as he reached for his pink plastic piggy bank,the coin slipped from his fingersand fell between the floorboards.A flash of…
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