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For VV Feb 2020
Crossing the Sun’s Path When she was a girl her mother told her that ears were planted in the bushes, hidden in the trees where they waited to hear truth, and that sound you hear, the trickling from cooling fountains was water laughing at every lie they heard. She’d walk through parks, through gardens, and…
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dVerse To Be a Flower
To Be A Daisy Loves me. Loves me not. Her fingers unlock wish after wish, and she says, Absence has made my heart grow fonder — She’s waited out the white months for my return. You wish you may. You wish you might. And my summer days fall all too easy. Pluck me. Cut me.…
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for dVerse MTB
February 1970: Camano Island We started off playing bridge but we couldn’t figure out the rules so as the afternoon slowly spent its hours we all agreed to play pinocle, we sat, crosslegged, two guys on one side of the coffee table, girls on the other, and a bowl of peanuts between us, and I…
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Quadrille #97
Dose One pill tastes of lemon. One is orange and white. One is for sneezes and sniffy noses, and one tastes a bit like fish. One is white and plump and long, and one is diamond pink. Pills, these pills, and she takes her fill. ©️ Misky 2020 for dVerse quadrille #97 (Fill)
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Wordle #442
Singing in Time He smirked, said the future was in the clouds, that it’d come down on a person like a shower of rain. Then he murmured something about demons’ fire scores the skin, so I learned to sing in time with church bell chimes, my sins churned away with a breath and a raspy…
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Sonnet from Deconstructed Haibun
Moon Dog (sonnet from deconstructed haibun) My dog dreamt she chased the moon. It filled her head with sky by night. By day she soaked in long wet grass, and ran between light and gravity. She left us in deepest winter light, left our lives much too quiet. Last night I dreamt my dog was…
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A Poem after a line by Anne Sexton
Inspired by a line from Anne Sexton’s poem “Wanting to Die” – “The black room took us like a cave” Saturday Matinee at the Odeon The black room took us like a cave as we felt our way along the aisle. A woman swept the floor, back and forth with her flashlight. Our tickets: Row…
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dVerse Alliteration Assonance & Consonance
Rivalries Baby babbles Feet are flying Mama murmurs Cooooeeee Sister staring Eyes are glaring She’s Mama’s little girl for dVerse Poets. ©️ Misky 2020
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Twiglet #161
The Night Train As if at war with the stars, it’s speeding black, a blurred red strip line. Picks at the tracks, swallows them whole, and then picks its teeth with bright steel ties. Darkens sunlight, it does, always, always, shuddering away, and breaking the night with its skinny whistle moan. Twiglet #161…
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Quadrille #96
Fevered It’s a fevered dream, you stumble sidewise into a wild place, and you think, God, don’t let me die here, not now, not here, and you ignore that you’re feeling very small, and half ruined, and that’s when your fever breaks into rain. for dVerse Quadrille #96 “Wild” ©️ Misky 2019
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