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Miz Quickly’s Day 21: Repurpose
A Poem Starting with a Line by Stephen Yenser Drip Nervy, sparrow-like,hair receding,watery eyes,milky brown,tinny squeal in one ear,hooked nose like a hose that’s dripping,thickened wrist,her watch stopped ticking,she’s counting days,ignores the years,a small child’s voice in her head she hears. Written to prompt by Miz Quickly “Repurpose” Day 21. Inspired by the poem Preserves by Stephen…
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Miz Quickly Random Gutenberg
Accidental Material Their words are perhaps as old asrace or religion or records, it’s alltold in strings of remote episode. Winners write the story of thishorse’s opera. This jejune tale ofpast and present and future. His world is a pictorial, andhe is an accident of material.He flourishes in this tapestry. He is the thread and…
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for EIF Poetry Challenge #16
A Soon Adieu This weatherwith its dozen different faces in a dayhas winter on its knees, praying. But spring just smiles, knowing its glass is half full. The EIF Poetry Challenge #16 “Nature and Spring” and Miz Quickly’s “Winter” shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
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16.02.20 dVerse Prosery
A Taste For The Green Stuff I went out to the hazel wood, because a fire was in my head, and it was sweet as green, as Absinthe and a sugar cube on a little silver slotted spoon, and as I watched the cold finger of frost draw across my eyes, I was free as…
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A Taste For The Green
A poem starting with a line from The Song of Wandering Aengus by William Butler Yeats A Taste for the Green I went out to the hazel wood,because a fire was in my head, and it was sweet as green,as Absinthe and a sugar cubeon a little silver slotted spoon, and as I watched the…
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Mining with Miz Quickly
A Stinker Looking back,I remember his zigzag complexionas being well traveled, the folds of his necksmelled like Comté cheese,or old potted mushrooms, and he lingered in the air long afterhe’d left. A hairpin of a man, white-gloved, cornichon fingers,and a potato-honeyed nose thatpoured in the cold clear breeze. The man was such a stinker. A…
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Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge #15
Originally posted on It's Still Life: I’m delighted that this poem was chosen as the winner of the Ekphrastic Poetry Challenge. It's Still Life The Commonality of LayersThe rain that binds was medicine,acid burnt and limping beige.Memories pressed between.Cut and cropped like lacywings prised off butterflies.A cult of layers for a girlwho caught a butterflyin…
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Miz Quickly’s Randoms
To Jump on the Wrong Parade Time is a fugitive,a swift hand,sunbeams,the leaven in dough.Time is change,a sprung coil,a once loved.It’s a day,a lifetime,a reach.It’s sand pouring blind on everything but itself.It’s barren.Bleak.And ultimately triumphant. Inspired by Bibliomancy’s “to jump on the wrong parade” and Miz Quickly’s Sunday Random prompt © Misky 2021
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Miz Quickly’s Photo Prompt
Immediate Backup Out there in the backyard there’sa whole other life under foot,besides winter weather that is, there’s snow-clogged groundwith sprigs of green rising upfrom mud-soaked sleep, and early spring sunshine lickinga sheen off stones, but there’salso a plump duck sinking into snow who’s ringing the station,“Officer down,” he calls, andasks for immediate backup. for…
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for dVerse Quadrille #121
A Hint of Sky Blue There’s a sudden ripin the clouds, as ifone hand pulls from the other, an unclasping,a division,the way winter departs from spring,orleaves fall from limbs. And then the clouds return as one.An embrace. Rejoined.And snow falls again. for dVerse Quadrille #121 “embrace” © Misky 2021
