Tag: Poetry
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28.09: Au Revoir
Gone to dance On The Bridge of Avignon, drink the Rhône, and eat my bodyweight in cheese — back when the moon pulls the tide of my feet. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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27.09: Window & Snow
Window and Snow SenryuChild in red stands still —Nose pressed to frozen magic,a world that breathes warm. HaikuSnow drifts through lamplight,evergreen shadows glitter,winter hums its song. Written for “I Write Her” A senryu and a haiku based on an image of a small child standing in front of a Christmas window display, wearing a red insulated winter jacket…
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27.09: MicroDosing 100µg
The wheat stood like an army of old men, with their backs bent but unbroken, their gold gone dull under the autumn flat sky. A kestrel circled high above — on a breeze that smelled of turned earth and too soon endings. Its cry was a needle pulling a thread of silence through the day.…
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27.09: A Triptych
Triptych: A Secret Music I. Soundboard Low notes pool —amber, deep,soaking the heartwood. High notes fall —shards of lightclinging to ebony. The lid trembles, a held breath.Even silence wears a gloss of oak. II. The Pianist Wrist, a willow branch.Jaw, a carved vow. He listensto the shadowed-note,the echo before the strike. One finger brushes a…
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26.09: An Imagist Poem
Choice (an Imagist Poem) Choice is the mug I didn’t take —the chipped one,her favorite. Choice sits in silence —across the kitchen table,next to the phone I didn’t answer. A single sock on the radiator.The coat still on its hook.The choice not to go. Choice folds itselfinto the napkin I twistedwhile the pasta went cold.…
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24 Sept: 2 Petals
I. Petals on the Wind (a Jueju-style poem) A single petal drifts across the stone,spring’s voice fading in the hush of moss.No hand has touched it, yet still it falls —just like a heart lets go, and is alone. II. Petals Fall Without Asking (a Ci-style lyrical poem) The scent still clings to the sleeve,though…
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23 Sept: dVerse Quadrille
Petals (a Quadrille in an Imagist poem form) Petals, arabesque and swaying.Petals, brimming as bright asa morning star. Petals soft as scented heaven.Petals’ sorrow plucked for joy. “Loves me-loves me not,” criedpetals on black-eyed, doom-dark eyes—petalled tongues whispering. Petals witheron the ground.Petals the scytheforgot. Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille (44-words) in an Imagist poem form. Some artwork…
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23 Sept: Sound of Ice
Sound of Ice Underfoot(In the style of Gushi Wuyan Poetry) Cold light strikes the fractures,Dragons dart across the ice.Steps slow, wind draws tight,Heart sinks with cracking cries. One snap splits a thousand hills,Ten thousand trace its path.The shattering is rarely fear —The ice singing to itself. Written for Poetic Blooming “The Sound of ___”. Some artwork is…
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22 Sept: Mourngale – The Liturgy
21 of 27 Liturgy of Mourngale: The Unbroken Sons I. The First NoteIt begins not as sound, but as silence outgrown—a wound too vast for quiet.This is not a cry;it is a hymn threaded through the ribs,a melody that remembers your namewhen you have forgotten your own. II. The Colour of Dusk-FeatherMourngale is the blue…
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21 Sept: Mystical Sunday
An Old Hunger She watches the clouds —her grey wild horses.They snarl at rain,muscle the sky. A single flame wavers, left hand for memory,right hand for will.Intention.Intention.She pulls the darkest oneto her, andcalls it by name. Winter is long andits darkness is an old hunger, so she sits with it.Lets it drink from her tea.Lets…
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