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Day 2.1 Visual Verse
Above All That I know a boy who’s magnetic. Steely. Has mettle. But he giggles at rocks. And stones. Sees the joke of them. In them. Laughs his head off when he holds one. Says you can suck water from a rock. From a stone, too. That made me laugh my head off. He says…
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Day 2 AprPAD
Above All That Bit by bit, I’ll do my bit, too, ‘cause I know a boy who’s magnetic. A mettle personality. But he won’t go out in the rain; says he’ll rust. He giggles at rocks, too. And stones. Sees the joke of them, the humour. Laughs his head off when he holds one. Says…
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Day 1.1 A Den Enn (Revised)
Introducing Misky’s new poem form called: “Den Enn”. Untitled It’s more than hunger, eating Nutella straight out of the jar. I hate getting caught out. It’s humiliating. Chocolate at the corners of my mouth. A red-arsed baboon sure wouldn’t care. Tomatoes cause riots, you know. They’re too easy to throw. It’s like that baboon I…
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Day 1 AprPAD
Against the Wall Quick smiles. Sweets. And treats. Like, I eat Nutella straight from the jar. Hate getting caught. It’s humiliating. Chocolate at corners of my mouth. A red-arsed baboon wouldn’t care though – they eat whatever whenever they want, and then they throw a riot of cabbages at the wall. Secret: AprPAD…
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a dVerse Tanaga
(Untitled) These are stale days. Always grey and knotted. Nowadays, shadows shed colour; paler than air, blanker than paper. for dVerse: poetic form: Tanaga 7.7.7.7/aabb (untitled)
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a dVerse Twiglet
A March on Rain and Sleet a new start, they say, this spring, this golden daffodil, this sinking, stinking sodden hill, this muddy boot, this springy start of pastel art, and so I March on April’s promise, this bringer, this temptress. this spring. dVerse “Sunny Side-up” and Twiglet “start to sink”
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Quadrille #53
Goodnight Sweet Girl I’ll tell you how on the night my aunt died, she was tucked tight and laid straight below crispy sheets, sheets white as her tight thin skin, and how her night nurse sat beside her bed, held her hand, as if fragile as eggshells. for dVerse’s Quadrille #53
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Draft on Red
This is working draft. Very much a draft but with possibilities. The She in Red Red jeans, I begged, that’s all I really want for my 13th birthday, but Mum would have none of it; she’s a sit and think sort of person. Sitting. Thinking. And then she said, A young lady should be able…
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Wordle #344
Fill Me There’s a drum in my heart, but no tune. Fill me play me like music, give birth to mischievous shadows, silky as truth’s soul. Play me like broken notes, in flats, in sharps, like scales, and veils of falling rain. Fill the air and saturate my heart. Sunday Whirl words: saturate,…
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A Triolet for Gnomes
Bare Bone Cold The thought of being on that hill, in that wind as hard as marble … it’s such a thick and smitten chill, the thought of being on that hill. Fingers cold, nose so froze until my every word is ice and garble. The thought of being on that hill, in that wind…
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