Tag: Poetry
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24.11: Unbound – The Liturgy
The Liturgy for the Unbound Heart I. The Colour of Softened Truth It begins where blush meets ash,a muted rose,pressed between pages of memory,tinged with the softness of smoke after rain.Not pink, not grey,but something woven of both,a tenderness wrapped in quiet release,the hue of truthwhispered after years of silence,the moment sorrow exhalesand becomes something…
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Day 23 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment A Response Poem (numbered vignettes) I.The woman across the street won’t speak to me.She called the Norwegians up the road “towel heads.”Every straw has its camel’s back,and that was mine. II.The family next door have a new electric car.Their old one vanished in a puff of oily smokeas the tow…
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The Old Woman With No Cat
The Cat and The Book of Obsolete Words(A Masterclass in Feline Flattery) The cat is sprawled across the Dictionary of Forgotten Tongues,one claw resting delicately on the entry for: “Philofelist”: n. A lover of cats. “You,” he announces,with the gravity of a judge delivering a life sentence,“are clearly a philofelist.It’s archaic.It’s dignified.It’s literally written here,…
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Day 22 NovPAD Challenge
The Architecture of a Moment The Architecture of a Lodger (long form) A single word becomes a key.It turns the lock on a moment,and a memory enterslike a ghost,a lodger,furnishing my mindwith its own, particular light. It feeds all dayon the steam rising from my coffee,on the rhythm of my walk,on a note, a song,on…
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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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