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5 Nov: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week (In response to a poem from the Divan-e Shams-e Tabrizi Collection by RumiI’ve No Time for Small Talk I grow older by the day.I haven’t time for small talk.So tell me about … what stirs your heart,energy,mortality,the moon,stars,death, sex,magic,mystery,intellect,lost moments of opportunity,the lies you’ve told, your flaws,your favourite…
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5 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Nerves … dance,like the brilliance of an opalin a sunset-coloured cloud, or a phoenixwaiting out a hundred years,knowing but one existence. And when I can’tsee your face, I’ll trace your lipswith moon-winking eyes and taste the energyin your storm, like a cymbal’scathartic release, scrawling the skylike magic glass. And whenmy soul is too heavy from…
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4 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Corresponding … with winter’s crone, a solitarywoman – from inkshe’s come with forest trophies and beads, silver for ceremoniesshe weaves. And deep in her forest she writeson curled birch bark.Words like fish that swim clear and bright, letterson curls of white to her love so dear. And as she sits on a rug of moss,she…
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3 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Disguised … by this house of fallen leavesfrom sentinel oak and black elm limbs,a winter’s war with a half-quenched green floor.Grave, this twilight in secret wood,this grey insight that murmurs over brook and field.This winter’s disguise of soft frost,porphyry and poetry. Written for PAD (Poem-a-Day Challenge) Day 2 with Prompt: DisguiseSome artwork is created using…
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2 Nov: dVerse Promises
Promise I look at youth,filled with future and certain-truth.Half-doubting that lifeis passing away. So many things of ecstasy.The promise of a kiss.A smile.A breeze against one’s skin.A falling star. A question that never askswhat we are is what we were. Written for dVerse Quadrille “promise” . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as…
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1 Nov: Poem-a-Day Challenge
Leaving … behind the silence of treesand spiders spinning threadsof silver, and winter frost on grasswith dewdrops that glitter.To feel the cold rabble and trampleof the North’s open window.To feel sudden breathlessness and driftinto deep sleep, intounconsciousness. It was a dove eager to leaveits wings and fleshbehind. It was a dove who fellto ground like…
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October: Last Photo on the Card
This post is in response to Brian’s monthly challenge Last Photo on the Card. Brian (aka Bushboy) asks for the Last Photos on your phone/camera/SD card. Here is the last shot taken using my iPhone 15Pro Max. Shared on Twitter with @bushboywhotweet
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1 Nov: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. I am thankful for the old, often forgotten, twittens in West Sussex, which is an old Sussex (ie., archaic) word for single-track lanes between open spaces, like a forest or a fields. I can walk along this track and not encounter another vehicle or person all day (unless my husband…
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31 Oct: A Six – A Recipe for Conversation
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 35b (513 words & 3 mins reading time) A Recipe for Conversation Time: 22.29, The syncopated rhythm of his walking stick heralds Nick’s arrival; Arpege’s door opens … (I smile without explaining that punctuality is a near obsession with me) ……
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31 Oct: A Thursday Door
Photo taken in Cannes, France. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my holiday snaps and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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