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for Visual Verse: October
Through a Fine-Tooth Comb I look out the kitchen windowand mutter, I’m done with rain. Such are my thoughts, as hot watershowers coffee grounds, and I pulla fine-tooth comb through my hair.Have faith, I say, as each white follicleholds miserly against grating abrasion. My dust is everywhere. Skin dry anditching, even the air grates. Comes…
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dVerse Quadrille #113
THE SKY, THE LIGHT, MY BRAMBLES Octoberis autumn’s landscape. Early,its dark blanket covers night. Slowly,comes morning sky. A flaming jewel.Rolling ruby rivers of light. I woke,and sat on the edge of day, watchedthe black kettle night shy away. Shadows lift.Away my down-trodden brambles. Dverse Quadrille “blanklet” 44 words sans title. © Misky 2020
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Poetic Bloomings’ What’s Your Line
Le Consulat de Belgique His arms were too shortto proceed his belly.His desk, wooden,and soaked in the aromaof spiced rum. Mahogany,I think, nearly black ashis moods were often.The Belgium consulate.I was his secretary. for Poetic Bloomings “What’s Your Line” © Misky 2020. Image from WikiCommons CC:00
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The Sky Holds Blue
But Not in This Life I kept hogs,grew my food,and kept the sky blue.That was another life. Process: This is a soul-destroying year. It’s brought out the worst in some people, and not enough of the good. Written for Twiglet #196 “The Sky Holds Blue” © Misky 2020 Image Flickr Commons, Royal Danish Library, by…
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for dVerse: A Vatic Poem
A Long Story About Nothing Maybe what I say seems commonplace, but rules are a self-audit, and I hardly suppose that any confession is too late, or that a germ of good might never growMaybe no one speaks with purpose,no single sentence is a human progressAnd I hardly suppose this life is a long story…
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for dVerse Poets: A Haibun
Vanessa Redgrave is Cleopatra with her face white as winter, and her neck exhausted from the weight of thoughts, and she begins from a place of rooted pain, a rattling thunder, and then she speaks — … his face was as the heavensand therein stuck a sun and moonwhich kept their courseand lighted the earth…
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dVerse Quadrille #112
From Somewhere In My Childhood Winter airwaitsbehind the sun.It comesfrom somewherein my childhood.Hear leaves crumblebelow my step,September’s sharp tonguestings the air.Mulch and scruband skeletal limbs thatstab the sky.No direction.Without intention,approaching gloomsings to me. dVerse Quadrille #112 (44 words, excluding the title, including the word “sky”) © Misky 2020. Image from Flickr Commons Courtesy of…
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dVerse Cats
A Fleck of Skin (revised version) I was blinkered-blind. Couldn’t see myself for myself. A body possessed by decades gone. Its narrow shading fled.Its memory swept aside. Those dead flies on a windowsill. But then old photos glimpsed, a reminder of luke-warm tint. I see myself as a fleck of skin. Me sitting,…
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for dVerse & Twiglet #193
A Fleck of Skin It was back when I couldn’tsee myself for myself. That body is long gone,its narrow shading fled, its memory swept awaylike dead flies on a windowsill, And then I’m reminded. I see myself in luke-warm sepia photos. I see myself as a fleck of skin. Me sitting, skeletal, at a table…
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An Ekphrasis Poem
Maakt Niets Uit – (It Does Not Matter) She asks me,what happens when someonesteals your face. Do I become a mirror?Am I more than pious dust,or exotic bric-a-brac? Am I a drip-tray colourto coax froman ancient alchemist’s text? This woman, she doesn’tmind that she’s made of crippled clay,that there’s a hole in her neck. It’s…
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