Tag: Poetry
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9.2. Wisting
It’s Saturday, 21.00, and I am watching Wisting on BBC 4, Norwegian, subtitled in English, although I don’t need the subtitles, and there’s a man standing on a wooden dock that rocks with the brush of each wave under its pontoons, and a large dog standing on heaped mounds of rock that look shaped by…
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9 Feb: 12 Minutes Past 8
Twelve Minutes Past Eight (A List Poem) Chimney Smoke in curls Grass hard with frost 2 doves pacing the roof ridge Scent of oatmeal A spoon stirring coffee A blackbird singing in the apple treeIce melting in drips Clock-radio playing upstairs Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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A Haibun to Darkness
Waiting for the Dark I sit by the window, the winter trees watching over me as daffodils push through soil and crocuses wait for tomorrow’s sun, and I write this, the light fading until gone, until the paper is more part of darkness than day, and I sit through the hour into night, alone by…
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18.12.24 Ink in Thirds
Every Ebb and Sigh I sit here, on a bench, a memorial seat to someone I don’t know, taking in a breath of salt and secrets drifting from the rising sea. This incoming tide is a melody of brine; my dreams; their ghosts; rushing in on the keel of an old ship, sails like fallen…
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12 Dec: The Relevance
The Relevance The sun light,it’s like yellow roses. A sky blue peepshow between clouds that spring and foam. Dad’s painting seascapes again.He keeps a wandering eyeon my sister and I. We walk the beach.Looking down. Beachcombing. I’m always on the move, I’m told,for fear of calcifying, Dad says. One day I’ll look up that wordso…
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3 Dec: An Unknown Colour
Today’s words from the Oracle, used in the order as presented An Unknown Colour it’s the property,they think it’s theirs,running by the fence,chewed holes in the shed,just for bitter grass seed. mice,hustling about.might be rats,you never see them.just a flash as they runthrough the ground cover. mice,they will die,mortal being of this world,the great hoax,a…
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30 Oct: A Tanka to Two Trees
Two Trees these two trees, they leanup against each other, onealways leaning left,other always leaning rightin watchful conversation Tanka poem: 5.7.5.7.7.. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and…
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4 October: A Six – A Conversation with a Crow
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 32.2 1964: The Nature of Things, Part 2 July 1964: A Conversation with a Crow If I, having only seen your coal-black wings that scoop out great portions of sky (I say to the crow, Cerberus) who would guess you are…
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26 Sept: A Six – Three Months After That Day
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 30 August 1975: Three Months After that Day Down at the sand, where the tide throws itself forward like a wreck in cold unconquered lines, foaming against all hope, my father stands next to me and says, “Brigid, find the quiet…
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8 Sept: for RDP ‘Thumb”
Knots It was the wayshe’d lick her thumb,and pull a knot throughto the end of a thread. It was magical,as if her mouth helda thousand knots under her tongue. And then she’dlook at the permanent groovein her thumbnailengraved by every thread she’d knotted,and she’d sigh a smallharumph soundof mild irritation. Written for RDP “thumb”. Some artwork is…
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