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12 April: NaPoWriMo (revised)
On the Ridge Overlooking Burling Gap To be haunted by little things.A pale shade of sun as itpricks forgotten grass,cowslip,yellow blossoming weeds.The stir of sheep bellsand lambs hushed againstan old stone wall.Violet dusk.Drifting cloud.Bald hills,and shadows from fog.Sometimes I could weep, but I don’t. But I don’t weep, I could sometimes.Shadows from fog.Bald hills.Drifting cloud.Violet…
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12 April Found Poetry (Remixed)
12 April page 70.3 To their eyes, your lips direct your voice. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from the book The Prophet, Khalil Gibran, pg 70.3, released…
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11 April: NaPoWriMo and 3 Line Poetry
I. for Miz Quickly’s prompt “Lost or Found” Somewhere out there in the spiral twist of ivy growth, red cyclamen, and sunlight, and a moon that never changes its allegiance, is my favourite coffee mug, left and lost to loneliness and longing, as if its last word spoken was Lost. II. for Grace Black’s Ink in Thirds #TLT Three…
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11 April: A Thursday Door
The main entrance door to Reims cathedral, Reims, 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…
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11 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
11 April page 71.1 You cease to be your thoughts in solitude, you live in your lips. The sound is a bird in a cage. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed”…
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10 April: NaPoWriMo – Blitz Poem
Inside a Whisper (a 50-line Blitz Poem) Every journey ends inside my eyesEvery story from me is alive insideInside, I’ve named every treeInside is the depth of one word sentencesSentences long as weeksSentences too full of wordsWords dark as sufferingWords for a tulip without its petalsPetals white as saltPetals red as a pepperPepper will float…
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10 April: A Blitz Poem that’s a 50-Line Chain Verse
I misunderstood the instructions for writing a Blitz Poem, although after seeing an example I understand it (it’s a brain thing), and I thought (&*%^!!), but since it took the better part of the morning to do, I’ll post it anyway … because as it happens, This is a Chain Verse – A descendant of…
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10 April: A Six – Part 4 Tectonic Shifts
Previous instalments of this story: Part 1: The Pull Back Part 2: The Measure of Her Part 2: The Gatekeeper’s Response Part 3: The Colour of Walls Part 4: Tectonic Shifts Part 5: Out of the Frying Pan Part 6: How to Break Eggs Part 7: A Moon River Part 8: Starlight Shines on the Roof Part 9: Before When Part: 9.1 Flower Power At an Intersection Named…
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10 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
10 April page 70.3 Ebb your tide and flood, let laughter be in little things. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. This is the start of new series of “remixed” Found Poetry sourced from the book The Prophet, Khalil Gibran,…
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9 April: NaPoWriMo
The Breath of Ghosts She much prefers tulips. They aren’t like roses or peonies that shrivel to dust and become the breath of ghosts. Tulips don’t wilt. They just drop their petals. They are like corseted Victorian women. They faint. And she knows that the stars she sees are already dead – but that doesn’t…
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