Tag: Poetry
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15 January: RDP and SSS
Dear Gran, It is January, and the garden freezes and thaws, and then freezes again as if tortured in inches by phantom kicks. The herbs mostly survive: rosemary remains vigorous, although the sage yielded to a hoar frost and snow, dying a valiant death – my warrior sage – my wise old sage, and the…
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12 January: Timelessness
Timelessness The brick wallby the milking shed is old.Older than anyone’smemory goes.And ferns sproutbetween weather-gnawed bricks,ledges like untidy eyebrows,and green growswithout direction or restriction.And the sun rises overthat wall in the morning.Slowly. Slowas the neighbour’sgreen-eyed catwhen its name is called.Everythingmoves at its own pace here. A poem inspired by a paragraph in Bleak House by…
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12 January: #TLT – Ink In Thirds
Sunrise frost, January’s mistress,A pine bough, silver bells, and scented lair,This winter’s vagrant heart stares. Written for Ink in Thirds “morning” – Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2023.
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11 January: A White Wolf for dVerse
White Wolf This wolf, white as light,single-minded, truth and insight,sees through my human stories. The ones I believe of myself.The ones I ask others to believe.The ones I trim for appearance sake. And those storieshave substance,and my substance casts dark shadows. Stories are shadows, and reflections,so if the wolf is light,I am the one casting…
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10 January: dVerse Quadrille
Skeletal Tonight’s sunset is tinged scarlet,bleeding into the lagoon, outbeyond, into the lake, falling throughsummer-thick shrubs beyond twilighted memories where something of the past joinsskeletons of rowboatsin soured brackish water, rottinglike a black heart. And the setting sun shivers. Written for dVerse Quadrille “Lagoon”. A Quadrille poem is 44-words (san title) Some artwork is created using…
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8 January: For Six Sentence Story
Careful. There’s that word again; meant to pull you up and stop you in your tracks; take stock; change your ways; a word to the wise or the unwise as the case might be. And he says, “Good god, it’s dreary outside. And I’m standing beside him at the window, taking in this man I…
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5 January: Home Again
Home Again I am home.Morning air is sharp and cold.The grass is hard with frost,and roofs shine white. The trees are bare and starkand standing noble and alone.Nature’s human reflection. I will take us to the forest today.A walk with imagery and symbolsand allusions to mythology. A walk, where she’ll run tensionfrom her muscles, and…
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3 January: A Few Thoughts
A Few Thoughts That Aren’t About Gators We’re on the Challenger Memorial Highway.I saw the Challenger explode mid-air. On telly. Somethings just stick to you. I’ve a lifetimeof things stuck to me like yellow Post-Its. Cold War. Kennedy. King. Moon landing. 911. COVID. And we drive north toward Daytona Beach.The road sign reads Welcome to…
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2 January: A Few Thoughts
A Few Thoughts That Aren’t About Flowers I’ve never been one to wonder: Who I am. I know who my father is,and I’ve been my own motherfor some time now. If you look too long into the throatof a rose, you’ll forget thatyour own long road has secrets. And your youth will become wisdom,your wisdom…
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31 December: A Few Thoughts
A Few Thoughts That Don’t Include Azaleas His white stained handkerchief,and the hat Mum knitted him, she made him a new one every year, and she stuck it in his Christmas stocking. The safety pin from his work overalls,a coin he touched, and a brass button, his paint brushes and canvases,and a piece of amber…
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