Tag: Poetry
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29 May: Delving into MLMM
Collage 1.Planted new climbers last week. Roses. Yellow and peachy pink. They’re already reaching up the trellis. Already aphids. 2.Lettuces, tomatoes and lupins, and one red fox. Innumerable cats, And there’s a dying patch of grass, thanks to the fox. 3.All I remember of my first grade teacher is her pearls rolling across the floor. She had a broom. We assumed…
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4 May: A Cadralor Poem
A Few Thoughts After Lunch 1.There’s a bird by his foot. It doesn’t fly.It’s not asleep, and it doesn’t move.It waits for him to turn the soil,so it can peck at what’s trapped beneath. 2.The air is still as grey. Grey is never noticed.Invisible. Unseen as the back of a page.I remember the Grey Man.…
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15 March: dVerse Places
The Coast That sound from the lighthouse,a primitive one-string cello,bent low and playing to the fog.The waves, whose chorusdissolves back into the sea. I was raised by the sea, lived andbreathed by its sound and scent. Rocked to sleep in a metal dingywith a big black Mercury engine.That engine, diesel fumedand bluing the air —…
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14 March: The Egg
L’ œuf Bright asmorning sunan egg’syolkspringlike freshforsythia yellowwith a lightpinch of salt. Written for Ragtag Daily Prompt “pinch” AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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4 March: Red Wolf Journal Winter/Spring Edition
Delighted to be included with some brilliant poets in Red Wolf Journal’s Winter/Spring 2023 collection of poetry. Congratulations to all. The anthology is available to download and read at Red Wolf’s site.
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27 February: RDP – Radiate
In Us Bones of trees, we are bulbs of earth’s womb. Iced moon. Sun drifts. The child in us radiates poetic. Written for RDP Ragtag Daily Prompt: Radiate. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #RDP #amwriting @midjourney
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17 February: RDP “Quest”
A Quest to M&S That sharp fuzzled jab in the cup,which was no chalice by any stretch,’twas likened unto a stag’s horn,or to be sprung upon by a spreading oak.I am wounded by an underwire.I am the Fisher King with a dagger in my breast. Tell me, Sir Perceval, seekerof the holey wonders, and wonderwear,let…
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2 July: The July Diaries
1 July: Family is visiting. First time we’ve seen the grandchildren (except for video calls) in 3-years. Forgive me if I don’t read and reply to friends’ posts. Things are rather busy around here. He wants broccoli and cauliflower.And anythingred, he says.Not tomatoes.We shall buy strawberries.And maybe a little red car. She who arrives fullof…
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1 May: A Return to Gold Grease
Already the haired seeds of dandelions fly. Gathered and scattered and filling the air with their blurry truss. Wind-swimming a return to their greasy gold. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image from Unsplash
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A Triolet: On Danes Hill
On Danes Hill The thought of being on that hill,in that wind as hard as marble . . . it’s such a thick and smitten chill,the thought of being on that hill. Fingers cold, nose so froze untilmy every word is icy garble. The thought of being on that hill,in that wind as hard as…
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