Tag: Poetry
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Day 12 Poem-a-Day Challenge
A Month of Writing Negative Space Poetry Prompt word: strange I.Somewhere Else strange, this hospitalwhere hallways whisper, clocks tickand lick away time. a white cane.an eyepatch. the slow paceof feet in thissomewhere else. II.Clock Face for somea clockis time. for someit ticks and ticks,and nothing more. Written for Writer’s Digest NovPAD Chapbook Challenge. Prompt word…
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Day 11 Poem-a-Day Challenge
A Month of Writing Negative Space Poetry An ekphrastic poem after Gustave Courbet’s Le Désespéré The Space Between there must be a placebetween what has happenedand what happens next where one can putthis terrible knowing. but thought has no walls,no door to beat against,no window to break. despair, to be both the handand the thing…
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Day 10 Poem-a-Day Challenge
A Month of Writing Negative Space Poetry I. Sky Game (a cinquain* poem) past eight,sunrise stitchestic-tac-toe contrails,each journey glued across blue.a draw. II. A Flood Knows Its Shape (a poem without form) the riverknew its place. rain camewithout knocking. the hills emptiedtheir pocketsinto its throat. it rose,shouldered the reeds,took the low field, then the gate…
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Day 9 Poem-a-Day Challenge
A Month of Writing Negative Space Poetry Windfall in that darkness,in that silence,in the simple grip of night, from the topmost branchit twisted away, fumbled with the wind,fell, scrambledthrough the air, branch to branchto branch, until upon the groundapples apples bounced. a hop a hopby a coal-black crow, a feast of fruiton a winter’s day.…
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Me & Marcel
THE OLD WOMAN AND A MOUSE NAMED MARCEL The Forbidden Word The Old Woman sits at the kitchen table, looking distinctly cross. Marcel is extracting a raisin from a slice of fruit loaf. “What’s wrong?” he asks.“Someone wants my poem deleted,” she says.“Was it very bad?”“No.”“Did it rhyme?” “That’s beside the point, Shoelace.” “Then what…
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Day 9 Poem-a-Day Challenge
A Month of Writing Negative Space Poetry The Old Call barren, she turnedto barren ground took shovel and heartto the driving ache,broke soil, sowed, dug in the miraclesof manure and mud. the plants droppedseed by seed, and asked so how many childrendo you have? Today’s prompt: help Written for Writer’s Digest NovPAD Chapbook Challenge. ©Misky…
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0911: The Liturgy
Liturgy for the Lie That Kept the Children Fed I. The Sin That Has No NameThere is a sinthat the catechism does not list. It is not theft, though something is taken.It is not adultery, though a bed is left cold.It is not murder, though a man is buriedin the silence of his own wife.…
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Day 8 Poem-a-Day Challenge
A Month of Writing Negative Space Poetry True Stain she called it widow poetry.a dead art. feeble stuffyou’d say to a catbecause there’s nobody elseto talk to. her language went dry as sand until one day she readWilliam Shakespeare’sThe Rape of Lucrece. the blind fate of language,she said,swelled her own wordswith heat and light. today’s…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Birthday Grievance(Or: A Feline Case for Cake) The cat sits on the windowsill,nose pressed to glass,watching the boy across the streetrun through a garden of balloons,bunting,and what appears to bea very large cake. His tail twitches.His ears flatten. “Old Woman,” he says,without turning,“why have I never had a birthday party?Why has my existencenot been…
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Day 7 Poem-a-Day Challenge
A Month of Writing Negative Space Poetry Resigned her mirror knowsher face — and knows what it meanswhen she pauses,stares, and thenwalks away. written for Day 7 NovPAD Written for Writer’s Digest NovPAD Chapbook Challenge. Prompt word is: Feeling ©Misky 2006-2026. Scomtoma is a partially diminished or degenerated field of vision, ie, a negative space…
