Tag: aprPAD
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AprPAD — Day 3
Day 3: Open the Sky she opens the skyuntil it spills stars. opens her mouthbefore the storm arrives takes it inrain, distance, thunder, takes a pagewhere nothing shows writes until the air shifts a silence that opensand breaks spitting out rainand stars Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: open_(blank)
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AprPAD — Day 01
1 Day: Rapeseed Blooming in an Open Field an arrow of sunor that yellowcareless as fire in dry grass its strength buriedin twisted roots blossoms pelting the skyand not asking each seed a throatbreaking open the field risingnot holybut louder than prayer Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Seed
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1 April: AprPAD and FOWC
A Foolish Limerick There once was a frog from PeruWho loved to sleep in a shoeHe wore a felt hatAnd beeped like a batAnd said, “I’m related to an emu!” Written for FOWC and PA “A Foolish Poem”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #AprPAD #FOWC #amwriting @midjourney
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GloPoWriMo Day 20: Icky Food and 3 of 6 Words
I.Coriander: A List Poem It tastes of thirsty earthSteam vapour from smokestacksWhite porcelain bowls of coal tar soapPine-scented kitchen sprayScorched hairIt’s overwhelming, like a Chihuahua Like a static shockIt’s verbless and going nowhereIt’s corrosive as boiled lemon sweetsOr vinegarIt smells of microbes in a plastic drinks bottleIt’s a hepped-up mobIt’s a photograph…
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GloPoWriMo Day 18: Five Answers +1
Five Answers A Single Question I.Painting by numbers, flowery and bright,but just the odd numbers.Some numbers are like yellow teeth. II.Pegging bedlinen on the line, like hoistedsurrender flags, waving dry all day long. III.Wind, wreaking havoc on apple blossoms.Grass is their lavish rest, blossoms the colourof a porcelain doll. Scented perfumed powder. IV.There once was…
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AprPAD: Day 29
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616721791086362624/found-on-29-april/embed Ick – I Hate Rhymie Poems a brush a broom that sweeps the air my god how those eyes could stare so brown so deep alert for fun sleeping away in afternoon sun a walk a run on fields green a dog like that I’ve rarely seen she’s gone she’s gone but I will…
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Twiglet #174
He Wants a Circular Drive But I want a drive that disappears from sight. Off to the left, as if ones departure was never part of the plan. Twiglet #174 “through iron gates” ©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.
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AprPAD: Day 28
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616630366389829632/found-on-28-april/embed for PA past or future A Conversation with Great-Grandma I was not much more than 7. I’d sit on her bed, she in her chair. She’d tell me stories of when … . . . when the cow died, she said, and then, mid-sentence, she’d pinch another grey whisker between her thumb and index…
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AprPAD: Day 26
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616450132471365632/found-on-26-april/embed As Changeable as Monday Spring sunshine and then a hard frost. A seasonal split. Green shoots perish in the night, running toward life with arms up, sleeveless and gloved, and embalmed in dry rainless gutters. It’s such a cruel thing, sudden change. It must feel like hell. Flower delivery today for my neighbour whose…
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AprPAD: Day 25
https://miskybr1.tumblr.com/post/616373852284518400/found-on-25-april/embed Writing After James Schuyler’s “Hymn to Life” – He and I in a Square I watch the day go by through the kitchen window. A yellow car drives by as I wash the breakfast dishes. I keep walking by things that need doing. Clean the cooker grates, I tell myself, and then I…
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