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12 January: dVerse Visions
Wreckage Stop sign at the corner, scorched grass and a small house with two frontage windows, painted pea green and peeling. Red roof and no chimney, wooden porch, two broad steps. A girl with long legs, face pale as snow turned hard as stone, black hair long as a day can stretch, tossing a red […]
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12 January: Polishing
Dirty Windows Vinegar Water The Guardian Polishing windows Labour away last week’s weather Wax on – wax off – wax on Vinegar Water The Telegraph Polishing smears it’s a conservative effort Wax off – wax off Written for WordPress Bloganuary Day 12 “chores” (a political slant) AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). […]
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12 January: A Season’s Edge
A Season’s Edge The air breathes through me in glass clear notes. Sweetly sad, my mind, like a grieving heart on the edge of happy memories. And there! Primroses in the snow. Spring! Spring! I catch its pleasure, thankful I’ve survived another winter. Inhale its periwinkle breath. Forget me not, I whisper. Forget me not. […]
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11 January: A Triolet Poem
The Night Life streetlights over the leaves shining on the gum wrappers, and scurrying rats with fleas. streetlights over the leaves, hoodies, knives, and thieves, nothing in this life matters. streetlights over the leaves shining on the gum wrappers. Poem form (click link for poetic constraints): Triolet. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s […]
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10 January: #JusJoJan Periwinkle
Watching There’s a blank wave webbing across the pond, and quarrelling ducks under the influence of a boy throwing stale bread. He wipes his nose on his cuff, and throws more bread at the clear periwinkle sky. And a 200-year old oak is watching all this. Written for JusJoJan 10 Jan: periwinkle. usAI Digital Art is […]
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10 January: “Bold” Quadrille #44
Croak He keeps skinny tadpoles in a pickle jar, in there wiggling around, ink black, and legless. He plucked them from a bell loud pond where hundreds of them were born, again and again. And a big frog with palpable grievance boldly croaks. And croaks. Written for De’s dVerse Poets, Quadrille 44 “Bold”. AI Digital […]
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10 January: for VV’s January Anthology
That Speckled Grey There was a man. And there was a horse that was the colour of pebbles, assuming that pebbles are speckled grey, and this man had a horse, or at least that’s what he thought, but facts, being facts, always aren’t because this horse had a man and this horse juggled its man […]
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9 January: Yellow Brick
Yellow Brick How do you endure it, that colour of jaundice brick. Brick should be earthy, and red, warm as a sunset, not sick as a liver. It’s the earth, he replied. The clay is yellow. An answer, pure and simplified. The front windows were reflecting stray clouds and an amber sunset, and it filled […]
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9 January: In Other Words
Snuzzle, snoodge, and snerdle: all verbs for snuggling under the covers according to the English Dialect Dictionary. And here’s a little music to go with those descriptive words. It was Peter Frankis who pointed the way to this group. I am hooked. Artistic Note: Midjourney AI art ( ref Dulac, v4) ©Misky 2023 AI Digital […]
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8 January: Bloganuary
Rooted My roots, you say, well I’ll tell you this: Dad’s only wish that summer was to catch that fish. Worms on hooks. Flies on lines cast in air. Right from the start he said, I’m smarter than any fish. But it hid in the tendril roots, gills breathing, nebulous green leaves like shade from […]