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22 May: A Six – Part 10: To Trace a Curl
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part #10 To Trace a Curl The Six Sentence Cafe and Bistro is on the edge of razor-sharp tonight. In a corner booth near the back of the room sits a man who’s built for a rugby scrum. He’s with a woman…
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21 May: Contemplating Ones Backlight (revised)
Backlight I have a new notebook. It’s touched by an old pen’s ink. Letters close in fine neat lines, lip-worn odes and codes, and words of blinding aspire. And I desire that this pen always feel connected to paper. ©Misky 2006-2024
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18 May: A Six – Part 9.1: Flower Power
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 9.1 Flower Power “Bonne soirée mon ami,” Pierre is beaming smiles tonight, and Nick-the-Gatekeeper replies, “Καλησπέρα Πιέρ μου.” And I’m almost, but not studiously contemplating why Cyrillic-looking letters sound like warm gravelly earth when letters Pierre pronounces in French … and…
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18 May: Thin Flute Notes
A roostercrowed the first lightand as the night music died,thin flute notesvanished to vapours white. I know a womanwho sleepsbeside a cemetery stone,and when the full moonruns high,she dances all night. Quite alone. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and…
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17 May: Just A Few Thoughts
I. I cling to colours, serenity of sky blue,A scythe to shred clouds, and at nightI melt into dimness. Written for Three Line Poetry (Ink in Thirds) II.I can smell the sea. Eternity is in my heart, inheriting salt maybe. It is filling that drifting part of me. Written at the cottage Some artwork is created…
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16 May: Introspection
INTROSPECTION I am children gone to sleepI am life that pays foreverI am wisdom of the deadI am dust of lives spokenI am the rustling of leavesI am the even pull of wingsI am the chill of sunsetI am sunlight on gravestonesI am everlasting loveI am calm that some craveI am meadows and beesI am…
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15 May: Dryad
Dryad in falling green forestsin mysteries of chiseled mistyou’re a leafy nymph, a dynasty within stars,proclaimed as Young One you played in sunand joyous grass firm faith in this place of treeseternity of wind, and propheciesof green shadow shapes. Written for my friend De’s dVerse #201 Quadrille (44 words sans title, including the word “place”)Some artwork is…
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14 May: A Downward Song
A Downward Song The downward wing of a dove,strange but not so strange what brings you here. Whose voice is sweetas rose and myrtle, andwhose spirit stills a forest. Are you to be gone from us,tender dove, into those silent ways. Of leaf on leaf, bright rain of nightto possess your gentle breath. May your…
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14 May: A Six – Part 9: Before When
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part #9 Before When “I have no idea what you’re talking about most of the time, Brigid,” says Pierre. We’re sitting on the floor, our aching backs resting against the wall, knees disengaged and unlocked, muscles stretched, and so I empty the…
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13 May: Every Journey Is a Story
Every Journey Is a Story Every journey is a story,and I say, You’re those fieldsof yellow mustard blossoms,but no matter where we are,you always say that I’m a tree. Every time just like the last,the years blur into the present,and I say I’ve always been this age,you laugh, say I wasn’t born withall that white…
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