Tag: Poetry
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Day 21 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Why the Cello Weeps (long form) Why a bow drawsnot a note,but a breath hauledfrom a deeper lungthan mine? Why the strings’ vibrationfeels like the slow fractureof a continent? This is the soundof memorywearing its own shadow. A grounded, human cryfrom a voice that walksits ruins,its empty halls. It stands…
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21.11: MicroDosing 150µg
Quiet Hearts There’s a man who wandered here and there, collecting silences: the thin breath between cathedral notes, the feather-pause beneath a crow’s wing, the split-second hush before a lie takes shape. He trapped each one in cork-sealed jars, labelling them with careful hands, certain he was gathering rare specimens of the world’s quiet heart.…
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Day 20 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of Petrichor (long-form list poem) Because the sky held itself too long.Because dust remembers it is earth.Because the stones hum a low, cool note.Because the roots murmur back to leaves. Because we recognise the smell of beginnings.Because it is the scent of promises kept.Because it carries the ghost…
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Day 19.1 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of an Edge (Long Form) Squint against the flat, white skyand you will see him—my gnarled oak,his roiling roots clenched in the earthlike a fistful of stubborn prayers. He listens to the gibberish of starlings,a language he once knewbut can no longer shape. He watches the bubble of…
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Day 19 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. The Architecture at the Edge (Accentual Verse) Squint at the sky,that flat white sheet,and there he stands:my gnarled old…
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18.11: dVerse Quadrille
The Internet Is Down Again Come on, you sulking hulk,we coax you from the dark,we whisper to your routers,and promise you the clouds.Rise now, little lights,shake off your grumpy moody gloom.The world waits, half-breathing,for your bright return.Come on, Cloudflare, wake up! Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille (44 words) “coax”. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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Day 18 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment Notes: Rooted in the oldest English tradition, Anglo-Saxon accentual verse follows the rhythm of breath and heartbeat rather than syllable or rhyme, where meaning is carried by cadence, image, and pause. The Architecture of a Gardener (Accentual Verse) I am no dreamerpolishing lies,nor doom-filled soulrooting in grief. I am the…
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Day 17 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of an Omen (Long Form — Trope) The crow landswith that heavy black punctuationhe always brings,as if the day itselfneeded a full stopbefore beginning again. People call him an omen,a bad-luck feather,a shadow stitchedto the world’s hem. But this is not doom.This is direction. He tilts his head,eyes…
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17.11: Liturgy for Black that Remembers
A Liturgy for A Black that Remembers Of ReasonWe gather at Vantablack.A surface that is a hole,a pigment that is absence,a door that is not a door,but a consequence. We speak to the Black That Remembers. Of PortentsThey slow their steps;their instincts hum a warningolder than sight. The crow,feathered in a lesser dark,names it for…
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Day 16.11 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of Chaos and a Star You must have chaos within you—not a storm to be calmed,but a raw, swirling nebulaof all you have lost,and loved,and feared. A fertile, screaming dark. Let it spin.Let it howl.Let it carve canyonsthrough your ribs, Because this holy, terrible frictionignites possibility. Do not…
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