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AprPAD: Day 13
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615281617958731776/found-on-13-april/embed A Poem in the Style of This Is Just To Say, by William Carlos Williams Forgive me, because while you slipped in and out of your afternoon nap, and while the TV updated daily covid-19 news, and while a magpie fought with a pigeon over bird seed … I bit the ears off your…
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AprPAD: Day 12
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615188187899412480/found-on-12-april/embed A Triolet: In the Spirit of Loaves and Fishes It’s been rising for an hour, no loaves & fishes, only bread. A floury snow across the counter, it’s been rising for an hour. In a veil of cloud and pale powder, on the rug, crumbs will spread. It’s been rising for an hour, no…
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AprPAD: Day 11
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/615093797005787136/found-on-11-april/embed Found source: “Jurassic Park” by Michael Crichton, Arrow Books, Random House, copyright 1991. Images from the Japanese Edu Period 1600-1890. No CC00 restrictions. Because She’s the Sweetest Woman because I didn’t know that Hortensia was a Hydrangea, and didn’t know that it meant You Are Cold, and I’m sure that your…
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AprPAD: Day 10
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614999828479590400/found-on-10-april/embed Two Haynaku: I. Breaking Out Bells Jingle on Horses wearing hats In The Noiseless Glitter of sun. II. The Colour of Days Yesterday’s The same Colour as today. Sun Shining on Our pale faces. Same Scent. Same Walk and talk. Today’s The same Colour as white. A Haynaku…
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AprPAD: Day 9
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614919941177720832/found-9-april/embed Lock-Down Lately, I spend too much time standing at the window looking out at a static view. I hear myself breathe. I hear wind. I hear birds. The postman wore blue latex gloves today. Passed us by. No mail. No cautious fingers to prod envelopes open. I heard on the radio that people…
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AprPAD: Day 8
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614825758126456832/found-on-8-april/embed A Poem Beginning with a Line by Sylvia Plath “Yet, in my wintriest moods,” – when the season is a meanest deceit and the sky habitually hangs monochrome, truly, nothing cheers me more than the first crocus blooming yellow. NaPoWriMo Day 8: A Poem Beginning with a Line by …. …
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dVerse Quadrille #101
Unravelling Without Explanation Draw closed your curtains in my dreams, where satin stones skip on shallow bones. Tongues of falling stars, they ignite spinning tunes that shelter tumbling notes. Pluck my ticking clock. Draw me close into your folds, come near and sit weary-sorrow next to me. dVerse Quadrille #101 “Close” ©️ Misky…
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AprPAD: Day 7
Today I Shall… learn to breathe. breathe into my bowels, and exhale like an aria breeze off the sea cliffs. I shall learn to heave and breathe as if feral, breathe as if tracking a rotting-brachish scent. and when this virus has left us, I shall, with luck, and god willing, breathe for all those…
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AprPAD: 6 April
The Poeming: Day 6 https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/614640511245041664/found-on-6-april/embed I. Sun Trap down there in the lower third, where the purple-brown grapes grow, and the March wind flows like a river, down there where four leaf clover always grow, and grey squirrels hide acorns between the strawberry plants is a sun trap that denies a winter day its chill.…
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AprPAD: 5 April
for Visual Verse Every time we drive over this flyover I say the same thing. You see, I was born here, well down there actually, in my parent’s bedroom although my auntie claims I was born in the bathtub. And a bit short of a year, I took my first steps down there. Fell down…
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