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I’m a Speck on the Lake
I’m a Speck on the Lake Adrift on an inner tube that’slarge and black as a serpent’smouth, or a ship afloat on a lake,and I’m watching thunder cloudsgrowing, and blooming white. I’m a continental drift, somewherebetween heaven and its echo. for Twiglet # “Blooming White” and dVerse “Come Sail” © Misky 2020 Image WikiArt Air…
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for Visual Verse Anthology
JOURNEY’S END IN COUPLETS Summer finished,and I stopped. Parked up next to weedy rail tracks, and houses with empty window boxes. The air seemed a sickness. From the start,this was journey’s end. for Visual Verse Daily on Instagram. Image is from Ashraful Pranto @ashrafboy Poem © Misky 2020
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A Sestina for Miz Quickly
A Sestina: Rum Dreams The tide revealed more beachthan I’d ever seen. Dark brimmingwaves drinking in sand, and a blackmood of clouds shrouding tearsand chunks of sky. Gusts takingto air our towels. Umbrellas. We two women clamped our knuckled twohands on our straw hats. The beachemptied. Holiday-makers ran, takingshelter in huts roofed with straw brims.A…
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dVerse Views
In This Summer Bright Room This is my room.I am its centre. This is my mother.My father.Their photos framed.They are with meon the windowsill,with my children,and their own children,with this dog and that dogwhose livesenriched mine. The wall behind meis shelved with books.References to this and that,that fiction, and those maps,this ancient history,and that archeology.Volumes…
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Sunshine Yellow Weekend Challenge
The Weekly Prompt Weekend Challenge is looking for Sunshine Yellow.
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VV August Image
A Very Long Sentence I saw it first in children as theybroke into the sunlight, scooping fearless holes in the air, theirsmall bare feet swiftly padding on snow-white shingle beach,and running for the sea — their toes foraging in the seaweed,furrowing through the sand, and I press against the window,and hide myself in a cloud,…
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Twiglet #187
A fish flicks about on the sand — finds water lighter than heavy air. for Twiglets #187 “Heavy Air” Constraint: 17-syllables © Misky 2020
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dVerse Quadrille #108
How To Bake A Pie In 44 Words While Mum grew salad leaves and cherry tomatoes between the French marigolds, I made sloppy mud pies in an old tin, dotted it with blackberries picked from brambles bushes, mostly those level with my dog’s lifted back leg. I was 8. Mum was older. © Misky 2020 Quadrille #108: 44 words,…
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for Miz Quickly’s 26 July
THIS SHALL PASS Concealed Those echoes of ones voicewith no way to rephrase it.Be of grave cheerfulness,just because.Becauseshallowness is a fail,though I’ll not likelybare my inner shadows.I’d soonerstarve for my supper. Chronicled Again,I dissolve into an attitude.Chronicles of dark doubts.Somethings just go together.Gin and tonic.Echoes and echoes.But the narrative wasnot worth repeating. Culinarius While mum…
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Make Up a Word: Arborpifilial
ARBORPIFILIAL (verb, I think) ar.bor.pi.fil.ial arbor: having to do with trees or plantsfilial: child-parent, the crossing of,pi: Brit slang short for pious, piety, respect Def: to show respect for the fruit of a tree. Is It Arborpifilial I have too muchtime on my hands,as I find myself considering whilst sitting under a plum treeand eating…
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