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dVerse Prosery
It’s Life She pays a woman to tell her fortune. Her future. Says this woman is brilliant. Sees stuff. All done over the telephone. You should talk to her, she’ll tell your future, she says. But I don’t want to know my future. I prefer to roll along like a drunk stumbling over my own…
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for dverse “Synesthesia #2”
On a Lightning Edge with Bob Dylan Somewhere between the sun’sburnt-orb fall and evening’sblackened toll, we saw freedomslip inside midnight’s door. Thunder flashed,purple streaks,shook our windows,and rattled walls. Lightning fingers, violet pearls.We saw night’s dark eyeswild a wolf as ever did fight. Our tongues were brokenwhen freedom flashed.This purple light,how does it feel. How does it…
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dVerse Travels #2
She said, If a Red Fox had Crossed Somewhere, That Area was Safe* No red fox has crossed my path,or blessed this journey, butI’ve crossed the line enough. Hands down, this day isbecoming an argument. I dropped a plate this morning.It broke into angles and pieces.I stared at it far too long. Just stared, and…
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dVerse Poetic Travels
Travelling in the Wilderness You can never read too much into anything.That’s what my granny Nne Nne says.She opens up the newspaper, and pointsher poppy red fingernail at some words. See here, she says, all words need spaces,a buffer for safety, it’s so those conflictingwords don’t bash into each other. And now I’m thinking of…
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Quadrille #117
Out of the Fog Comes the sun.it’s a clutch of warmth,a canopy suspendedover winter’s muscle.the sun abides in cheeks of roses,and on tensiled tailsof a comet.bright as a smile after sex.the horizon isNovember.licked and kickedby the sun. Miz Quickly’s Day 30 and dVerse Quadrille #117 “Abide” © Misky 2020
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24 November 2020
Haibun: Blown Home I remember the wind as grape-skin smooth as it flowed through the window. It lifted the voile panels — inhaling and exhaling time. The grandfather clock, I turned its key daily, and its oaked-box voice ticking solid and deep, geared-teeth grinding away at our eternity. That wind always came out of the…
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20.11.20
Miz Quickly’s Day 20 prompt was great fun. It’s not too late to join in the fun for the November Poem A Day Challenge
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dVerse Jisei Poems
Four Japanese Jisei Poems I.my wishful lookyou have buried, lock and keyin this folly home of neglect and blame,fortune, you are thrown II.winter finds its return,spurn this gold and gilt,into damp cobwebs spun III.leaves, prey of the worm,nature neitherrich nor poor,but proudis the creature living IV.her red veil hairand green eye squinta devotion ofdistintested warmthher…
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19 November 2020
That Tomato Red Chevy That car was work boots.Creaked like knees forcedinto bending at 6 in the morning,and rolled around cornerslike a tomato. It was windblownwith the windows rolled down.The bumper hung half off, clatteringas it sang wind chime songsto the pavement. Nothing ever happened in that carthat needed our confessing, but wewrapped around each…
It's Still Life 