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23.2 A Cadralor Poem
Wild Poppies … I. In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. II. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick!Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. III. You scorn shadows nestingin shafts of wheat, scorn the corn and its rigid rod.…
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21 Feb: A Miracle Done
You laugh as if a cool sweep of sea has touched your feet, touched your toes white as snowdrops. In your wonderfully wide eyes, cool grass on a summer day is a miracle done. What will your first word be: some sound no one will comprehend until a tide of liquid laughter ripples beyond babble.…
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20 Feb: A Thursday Door
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 photos and found a few to share. A new one will be posted on Thursdays. ALT Description for the visually impaired: The…
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20 Feb: Ten Things of Thankful
1) A quiet Sunday morning to reflect on our 45-years of adventure, 2) for all the obstacles, and lessons, and knowing that eventually one finds a way even if the path there is unexpected, 3) for the touch of a hand or a thought when everything is okay, and equally when it’s not, 4) for…
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19 Feb: Journal of Thoughts (and AI)
The I in I Want I want to look at crows on a limband not think Hitchcock. I want to remember the tasteof soft sticky sweets wrappedin dull waxed paper. I want a poetic mould, a soulof mellowed rhyme,of wit and shine. I want to remember wordsand names and famous songsthat sit on the tip…
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18 Feb: A Six—And It’s Written
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 3 Et Scriptum Est — And It’s Written This Six continues from Nick’s (The Gatekeeper’s) comment of last week … I take the chair beside Nick; the book lies open, relaxed in its binding, “A leap from shadows of persecution into…
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17 Feb: Floral for RDP
Spring is showing it’s colours, even though it’s below freezing and mid-February. Written for RDP (Monday) Floral. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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17.2 The Whisperoak
The Whisperoak Louisa had always been drawn to the old tree in front of the house. Its roots curled into the stone walls, its gnarled branches scraped the sky, and its massive trunk was hollowed into a darkened passage. Her grandmother said that it was ancient even when she was young and that those who…
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15 Feb: Winter Daybreak
Daybreak 7:15 a.m. Saturday.The sky is the same dreary expanseof rain sodden soil that mirrorsmy emotional tone. Grey hills that catch the light,lifeless as steel—the samelandscape as Sunday, Tuesday, and every daythis February. It’s a Brontë sort of colour,of stunted joy felt by a blossom spurnedand snubbedby a winter chill. Some artwork is created using…
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14 Feb: Ten Things of Thankful (updated with music)
In no particular order: 1. Red squirrels are returning to the forest (once endangered). Saw one run along the fence a few days ago. They are very small; half the size of a grey squirrel. This photo is from last year; it’s just so you know what they look like. 2. Thankful for YouTube. It…
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