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16 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
16 April page 76 Empty your heart, and rise to meet the air. Listen to who you are, you are born from night’s stillness. 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…
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15 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
15 April page 74 Pity turtles rushing the sea. They carry secrets and songs of the forest. 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,…
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14 April: NaPoWriMo
It’s All in the Delivery Dead centre in the middle of the intersection at Rue Norvins and Place de Tertre, a delivery van stops. The driver takes no notice of the traffic queueing ahead or behind him, the hysteria, the ear-pinpricking gibberish, the honking horns and shaking fists. He unloads 3 cases of wine and…
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14 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
14 April page 73 In these dead waters without a rudder, to wander, stagger and sink to the bottom like a weak tongue. 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…
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13 April: NaPoWriMo
A friend said to me this morning, Go out for lunch – somewhere with wood and leather … and something else that I can’t remember because I was suddenly drowning in the scent of wood and leather. And I replied with something about a leather jacket and a lumber yard and a packed lunch, but…
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13 April: Found Poetry (Remixed)
13 April page 72.1-3 Time is measureless. Adjust your hours to flow. Memory is today’s dream, so scatter the stars with the future. 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…
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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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