Tag: aprPAD19
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dVerse Ekphrastic Poem
Seems that While We’re Alive Our holidays include the dead. Visiting parents, gone. Family members, gone. Dutiful. We pay respects. We bring flowers that wilt and die as if mimicking us. We’re highly compostable. My in-laws are resting beside a white-washed stucco church built in the 14th century. They’re buried next to each other, box…
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Day 30
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 148-151 iBook version). staring at blue sky, you forget how long a day can be. so I coloured patience gray ©️ Misky 2019
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Day 29
Truth — Fairytales are often born ugly. Source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 87-89
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Day 28
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 80-81 iBook version). The miserly moon is up there, swinging on a rope, catching the sky. We leave the windows open so stars fly in. Life is nothing that sandpaper can’t smooth. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 28 Remix…
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Day 27
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 78-80 iBook version). Right Under It All How do you clean dark secrets from life, those loose pages that scamper about like bugs. I’ll not think about it — I hide from sight, here where sunlight is real life. Cento…
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Day 26
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 70-73 iBook version). Into A Private Cloud It is a massive feeling, like dark furniture. A wooden fear. I hear whispering. A whispering world heavy as iron. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 26 “Evening” Untitled I wash up the…
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Day 25
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 78 iBook version). I stood. There, with books enough for steady knowledge. An escape into other worlds, into books old as coal or wood, or dusty graves. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 25 “Exile” – Cento Poem: source “Flowers In…
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Day 24
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 45, 52, 74-77 iBook version) and Twiglet #123. I love thick cream and satin and unfastened buttons and old hands holding small secrets and salt blue whispers and happy eyes and a simple wander here and a wander there and the wonder…
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Day 19
I Didn’t Know Her All That Well, But See that cherry red VW van up ahead? It’s the same colour as the VW campervan that a woman I knew (years ago) owned, although I didn’t know her at all well, and I can’t recall her name, but she worked as a summer season live-bait girl…
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Day 22
I wrote in pursed-lip longhand Language is not an accident. Source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 59, 66, 104-109
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