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A dVerse Stream of Consciousness
Masking A new face mask arrived in the post today.It wasn’t a surprise – I ordered it online.Took a photo of it with my phone, andsent it to Alison, my next door neighbour. “Cute print!“ she WhatsApped me back. (she’s outside my shielding bubble; wehaven’t hugged in 6 months; we shoutback and forth over the…
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A Rondine
Nevertheless Nevertheless, this valley’s a secretthat’s lost its key. Locked. Forgotten.There’s a river down there but youcan’t see it. It’s down below the soil,and not a spot of it can be seen fromwhere I stand. But it’s a riverbed,nevertheless. I’d like to up and vanish like that. Do without myself in muchthe same way as…
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Miz Quickly’s Free Poem Kit
But Nevertheless This valley looks like a secretthat’s lost its key. Locked and left.There’s a river that can’t be seen,it’s dipped into the parched soil,not a spot of it to be seen fromwhere I am standing. But nevertheless, it is a riverbed, and I, too, might upand vanish. Do without myself.This landscape is where I…
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I’m a Speck on the Lake
I’m a Speck on the Lake Adrift on an inner tube that’slarge and black as a serpent’smouth, or a ship afloat on a lake,and I’m watching thunder cloudsgrowing, and blooming white. I’m a continental drift, somewherebetween heaven and its echo. for Twiglet # “Blooming White” and dVerse “Come Sail” © Misky 2020 Image WikiArt Air…
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for Visual Verse Anthology
JOURNEY’S END IN COUPLETS Summer finished,and I stopped. Parked up next to weedy rail tracks, and houses with empty window boxes. The air seemed a sickness. From the start,this was journey’s end. for Visual Verse Daily on Instagram. Image is from Ashraful Pranto @ashrafboy Poem © Misky 2020
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A Sestina for Miz Quickly
A Sestina: Rum Dreams The tide revealed more beachthan I’d ever seen. Dark brimmingwaves drinking in sand, and a blackmood of clouds shrouding tearsand chunks of sky. Gusts takingto air our towels. Umbrellas. We two women clamped our knuckled twohands on our straw hats. The beachemptied. Holiday-makers ran, takingshelter in huts roofed with straw brims.A…
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dVerse Views
In This Summer Bright Room This is my room.I am its centre. This is my mother.My father.Their photos framed.They are with meon the windowsill,with my children,and their own children,with this dog and that dogwhose livesenriched mine. The wall behind meis shelved with books.References to this and that,that fiction, and those maps,this ancient history,and that archeology.Volumes…
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Sunshine Yellow Weekend Challenge
The Weekly Prompt Weekend Challenge is looking for Sunshine Yellow.
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VV August Image
A Very Long Sentence I saw it first in children as theybroke into the sunlight, scooping fearless holes in the air, theirsmall bare feet swiftly padding on snow-white shingle beach,and running for the sea — their toes foraging in the seaweed,furrowing through the sand, and I press against the window,and hide myself in a cloud,…
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Twiglet #187
A fish flicks about on the sand — finds water lighter than heavy air. for Twiglets #187 “Heavy Air” Constraint: 17-syllables © Misky 2020
It's Still Life 