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Quadrille for dVerse
We Dance We are intricate velvet. We are a dance at the altar. A river of our silly misfortunes. We move. We dance. Like the cold oak. Like red calla lilies. The river is the dance. And the sun cried out for respite, for Evening! Evening! for dVerse Quadrille “Silly” 44 words. This…
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2 May 2020
Only Its Moment Remains April. Is gone. It’s a yellow mask, lemon scented and pressed deep into me like a salty hook pulling me back to the sea, or yellow painted sunlight streaming in leaves of newly-born green — like bicycle spokes. Yellow that cuts through darkness, or wades in cold water biting my thighs.…
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AprPAD: Day 30
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616828788908720128/found-on-30-april/embed To follow: 1. Something that returns: http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirty-6/ 2. PA Day 30 A praise poem https://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/2020-april-pad-challenge-day-30 ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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AprPAD: Day 29
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616721791086362624/found-on-29-april/embed Ick – I Hate Rhymie Poems a brush a broom that sweeps the air my god how those eyes could stare so brown so deep alert for fun sleeping away in afternoon sun a walk a run on fields green a dog like that I’ve rarely seen she’s gone she’s gone but I will…
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Visual Verse Anthology
The Sizzler She ignores the wolf whistles. She’s wearing her bristles; it’s a look but don’t touch approach. A saunter by the water – phew, low tide puts her nose out of joint. Do you admire my pointy little toes? for The Visual Verse Anthology on Instagram ©️ Misky 2020 It’s…
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Twiglet #174
He Wants a Circular Drive But I want a drive that disappears from sight. Off to the left, as if ones departure was never part of the plan. Twiglet #174 “through iron gates” ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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AprPAD: Day 28
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616630366389829632/found-on-28-april/embed for PA past or future A Conversation with Great-Grandma I was not much more than 7. I’d sit on her bed, she in her chair. She’d tell me stories of when … . . . when the cow died, she said, and then, mid-sentence, she’d pinch another grey whisker between her thumb and index…
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AprPAD: Day 27
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616541464375214080/found-on-27-april/embed An Overview of a Dead Blow Fly Who can blame curiosity, a thousand-eyed perfection. One of a dark cloud of rot. Epiphany, as it grows out of the dust, its own death dust. Black. Scrawny. Seems to be looking west, waiting for the clouds to break. Legs stiff as wire. Woody. Brittle. One dried…
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AprPAD: Day 26
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616450132471365632/found-on-26-april/embed As Changeable as Monday Spring sunshine and then a hard frost. A seasonal split. Green shoots perish in the night, running toward life with arms up, sleeveless and gloved, and embalmed in dry rainless gutters. It’s such a cruel thing, sudden change. It must feel like hell. Flower delivery today for my neighbour whose…
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AprPAD: Day 25
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616373852284518400/found-on-25-april/embed Writing After James Schuyler’s “Hymn to Life” – He and I in a Square I watch the day go by through the kitchen window. A yellow car drives by as I wash the breakfast dishes. I keep walking by things that need doing. Clean the cooker grates, I tell myself, and then I…
