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An Interwoven Cento Poem
A Cento Poem with Lines Interwoven from Song of Myself (1892 version) BY WALT WHITMAN and Baudelaire BY DELMORE SCHWARTZ Eddies of Wind When I fall asleep, and even during sleep, The sound of the belch’d words of my voice I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking of the beginning or the end. Whole phrases. From…
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The Picnic Sonnet
The Picnic She doesn’t usually pack a pork pie to share, or a big wedge of cheddar and soda bread from the bakery, which she will let Jimmy think is homemade, unless he asks, and she wouldn’t usually pack two pickled onions, four gherkins, a large Scotch egg, ripe tomatoes and cucumber, or brown pickle…
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What Is it #4
A bit of fun with The Weekly Prompts site. Can you guess what it is? Here’s a full photo of it. Weekly Prompts What Is it Challenge ©️ Misky 2020
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A Moment for a Haibun
I’m watching a grey squirrel who gives me an occasional cautious glance, and it’s shredding the birds table into bits, tossing pieces of wire and mesh around, and then you say, The air smells so fresh this morning, like chlorophyll — and the squirrel is hurling abuse and obscenities at the bird feeder because it’s…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 19 & 20
A Few Thoughts About … those doors in dreams some of wood tin rock paper some with knobs some without some open, and then won’t close some won’t open stuck creak slam bang some say Thank you, Ma’am. some doors see some are blind some are naked some I loathe some pull you into the…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 18
A Poem Starting with the Title of a Poem by Delmore Schwartz Dogs are shakespearean, children are strangers that little boy who just kicked his sister that little girl who’s afraid of the dark that little boy who won’t eat his greens that little girl’s wearing fairy wings and children chase after patches of sunlight…
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Miz Quickly’s 14 June
Listen! Sparrow with your glass-clear song, possess my mind with your veil of chimes written for Miz Quickly ©️ Misky 2020
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Quadrille #106
It Casts a Cracked Shadow… …those particles. Misfiring. A drum-drumming and atoms thundering. An alto choir between my ears. Then breath-throb stars in black, and half-flash pulses of chaos. And I want for stillness. Migraine. It pinches my wings, and keeps me from rising to meet the day. Happily, I’ve not suffered…
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for Miz Quickly: 13 June
Throw Down Your Tombstone I woke up in church with Holy Holy playing on the radio. Rain splashed on the streets, chanting, protests, and flames roaring into the night. Draw in the woodland’s breath, throw down your tombstone, the world’s become a grave. My brothers and sisters, said the voice on the radio, Let us…
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What Is It #4
The Weekly Prompt “What is it?“: Post a partial photo of something. Can you guess what it is? And here’s the full image to see if your guess was right. You’ll find the Weekly Prompt at https://weeklyprompts.com/2020/06/13/weekend-challenge-what-is-it-4/
It's Still Life 