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  • for Twiglets #183

    A Happy Poem I have theparaphernalia.the pen.the paper.the pencilwith no rubber erasure.write, I say.a happy poem.blank. paper.I look upand there you are.smiling. for Twiglets #183 We Romantics ©️ Misky 2020

    Misky

    Jul 1, 2020
    Poetry, Twiglets
  • Sometimes a Girl Scout

    A poem starting with a line from Geoffrey Philp’s A Fragment of the Quilt  SOMETIMES A GIRL SCOUT Sometimes I wonder which badge Mum would’ve earned for raising me. What’s a mother to do with a child who’s a socialist, and anti-war, and says she’s a political dissident. Who took up smoking because shopsgave away…

    Misky

    Jun 30, 2020
    Poetry
  • for Miz Quickly’s Pleasure

    for Miz Quickly’s Pleasure. The postcard template nicked-off b’s blog many years ago.

    Misky

    Jun 29, 2020
    Miz Q
  • Miz Quickly’s Day 26

    Sustain We are variants of voltage. Our only light. We touch. Lips. You taste tart. Shimmer sweet. You, my functional space. My transitory effect. We sustain air, and fall into variants of love.      ©️ Misky 2020 with mention to THE METAPHYSICAL COUNTRYGIRL By Omar Pérez. Image by Filipe Almeida on Unsplash

    Misky

    Jun 29, 2020
    Miz Q, Poetry
  • An Interwoven Cento Poem #2

    A Cento Poem with Lines Interwoven from Song of Myself (1892 version) BY WALT WHITMAN and Baudelaire BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ I. When I fall asleep, and even during sleep, I see. Dance. Laugh. Sing. I hear a voice quite distinctly, voices speaking. Not words. Not music. Rhyme, and not even the best. Bare-stript phrases from…

    Misky

    Jun 26, 2020
    Miz Q, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    cento
  • An Interwoven Cento Poem

    A Cento Poem with Lines Interwoven from Song of Myself (1892 version) BY WALT WHITMAN and Baudelaire BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ Eddies of Wind When I fall asleep, and even during sleep, The sound of the belch’d words of my voice I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking of the beginning or the end. Whole phrases. From…

    Misky

    Jun 26, 2020
    Miz Q, Poetic Forms, Poetry
    cento
  • The Picnic Sonnet

    The Picnic She doesn’t usually pack a pork pie to share, or a big wedge of cheddar and soda bread from the bakery, which she will let Jimmy think is homemade, unless he asks, and she wouldn’t usually pack two pickled onions, four gherkins, a large Scotch egg, ripe tomatoes and cucumber, or brown pickle…

    Misky

    Jun 25, 2020
    dVerse, Miz Q, Poetic Forms, Poetry
  • What Is it #4

    A bit of fun with The Weekly Prompts site. Can you guess what it is? Here’s a full photo of it. Weekly Prompts What Is it Challenge ©️ Misky 2020

    Misky

    Jun 24, 2020
    photography, Poetry
  • A Moment for a Haibun

    I’m watching a grey squirrel who gives me an occasional cautious glance, and it’s shredding the birds table into bits, tossing pieces of wire and mesh around, and then you say, The air smells so fresh this morning, like chlorophyll — and the squirrel is hurling abuse and obscenities at the bird feeder because it’s…

    Misky

    Jun 23, 2020
    dVerse, Poetic Forms, Poetry, Twiglets
    Haibun
  • Miz Quickly’s Day 19 & 20

    A Few Thoughts About … those doors in dreams some of wood tin rock paper some with knobs some without some open, and then won’t close some won’t open stuck creak slam bang some say Thank you, Ma’am. some doors see some are blind some are naked some I loathe some pull you into the…

    Misky

    Jun 20, 2020
    Miz Q, Poetry
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