Tag: Poetry
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AprPAD — Day 2
UNTITLED to lie still with woodland moss, a daffodil — this is life now life then when I was quick — white-ruffed, a surprise at the crest of a hill, off and away, a glint of silver my shadow never tired of my speed morning sun a kiss ecstasy then and still Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day…
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AprPAD — Day 6
THE GULL in flight white cliffs,wheeling heights,horizons looseningat their edges he is a shipful of sky wings swept cleanby a lick of salt he watches wavesfold into themselves Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: water
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AprPAD — Day 5
Below a Broad Branch whilesummer stormrolled the horizon, he stood beneath its reach,trusted the shade. aloof,watching in silence until the last stray boltfound himand brought him down. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Safety
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AprPAD — Day 4
Her Geometry the splendour of it,how it turns inward smiles, tears,stored like old Junes that friend,sadness of wilt. I cravedthe butter of words she tookthe shape I cast the joywas brief as warmth but the stingkept sounding Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: friends
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AprPAD — Day 3
Day 3: Open the Sky she opens the skyuntil it spills stars. opens her mouthbefore the storm arrives takes it inrain, distance, thunder, takes a pagewhere nothing shows writes until the air shifts a silence that opensand breaks spitting out rainand stars Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: open_(blank)
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The Old Woman With No Cat
A Cupful of Moon The old woman with no catdigs where the crow dropped her house key,a hole just moonbeam-wide,neatly spooned between two failuresof courgettes. Her spade hits porcelain.Not bone.Not root.A teacup …a drowned saint,half-sunk in the drought-starved clay,glazed in sorrow and stained by Earl Grey. The crack in its sidesings in a language of…
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0504: A Cantata
A Cantata Speak to meof green, she said. I said —vertigris, crushed mint,a willow’s yawn,sap rising, a celloin a maple’s veins. Hear it — bird-staccato,crow’s low oboe through the breezein polished bark. Breathe it — fern,grass bladesscissoring light, pine resinhumming slow gold. It waitsuntil you press your earto a leaf and listento what is leaving.…
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AprPAD — Day 01
1 Day: Rapeseed Blooming in an Open Field an arrow of sunor that yellowcareless as fire in dry grass its strength buriedin twisted roots blossoms pelting the skyand not asking each seed a throatbreaking open the field risingnot holybut louder than prayer Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: Seed
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0304: ST(R)AY – The Book
ST(R)AY This book is a meeting place. Black-and-white film photographs by Nick Maroudis sit alongside poems by Marilyn Braendeholm, each page holding a small moment of attention. A dog crossing a road. A pause in passing light. A life moving quietly alongside our own. These are not stories of rescue or loss. They are simply…
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3103: dVerse Haibun
March is a mad hare in a fit. Wild, bounding, all elbows and interruptions. He sits in the sun until he remembers he prefers frost, then leaps up and overturns the day. “Change places!” he cries, though no one is sitting where they were to begin with. He pours tea into the wind, scolds the…
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