Tag: Poetry
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AprPAD — Day 9
A Tale But Not One for Telling whispering children sayshe lives at the end of a man-wide path, sparks climbingfrom hearth to sky,a cat humming in its sleep and the air about hersmells of petrichor they sayher shadow bends wrong like a little old manwho knows a tune that small stars follow Written for Writers’…
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AprPAD — Day 8
PARANOID Empty street.Footsteps echo. Wait. Not mine.Not mine.Not — a window’s blink of light,a curtain’s nervous hand. Someone knows.Someone always knows. Written for Writers’ Digest Poem-a-Day Challenge for April 2026. Prompt word: paranoid
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AprPAD — Day 7
Bright Yellow dawn is a pilgrim—always elsewhere it can keep its fireits long tease beginnings grow here —damp, dark soilin my own earth dawn has nothingmy yellow tulips cannot give rooted in their small kingdom,open-throated,bright a curve of yellow,impossible,and enough no horizon to chase this is dawn my garden morningis home. Written for Writers’ Digest…
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0704: The Six Liturgy
Liturgy for the Steamer’s Hold(a hymn for those who have known the terror of enclosure) I. The Shudder That Will Not StopIt enters you through the soles of your feet.The paddle wheel’s repeating blow,strike after strike relaying another,water beaten into obedienceand singing its pain through the hull. The shudder climbs your spine,settles in your skull,becomes…
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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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