Tag: Poetry
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26.1.22: A Wednesday Haibun
“We’re doubtless as old as our mothers, thousands of generations waiting for the sunlight.”– Sunlight, Jim Harrison I’m as old as my mother, when she was my age. She was long-lived, into her 90s. Her mother was long-lived, too. Her grandmother lived longer than them both. Mum’s mother was married to a dentist. Her grandmother…
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26.1.22: Stars Still Fall
Stars Still Fall Some moments I hold,some I let freeto the wind. Here and now,I make peace, that windalways blows, and stars always fall, burning smoothto the ground. Tell me of hope,of yours,and I’ll tell of you mine, and we will shareour connectionswhile the world goes on. Image: Breton Women, the Meeting in the Sacred…
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dVerse Quadrille #144
THE SKY IS MIXED WITH BLUE AND BLISS Hello to spring,And my growing soul.Sunshine through the window,And I’m in throws of memory.Your tendrils break the surface,And we hang on tight as you thrashYour way out of winter. Winter, that shiver thatAlways makes me feel alone. dVerse Poets Quadrille #144 “shiver” image is “Breakfast with the Birds”,…
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25.1.22 What You Don’t See…
What You Don’t See When Your Eyes Are Closed I hit the groundrunning last night.Like a Sunday matinée,one of my greatest dreamsof all time. Ever. And I can’t rememberany of it now.A vanishing act.It was epic though. Like mathematics,or an opalescent smear on a lakeor like crows staring down a sunset froma bare-boned tree. Dreams,…
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24.1.22 Luminous Chaos
Luminous Chaos Darkness has a differentlight around here,you can see cloudscrushing against one another.The breeze pushes them alonglike kinetic sheep,and wind announcing itselfthrough invisible gapsin the windowsill.It sounds transient,like a train’s last gasp,wet, metallic and moaning. The wind seems to blowdarker than deep January. Image: January Thaw, Edge of Town by Lawren Harris, 1921 (public…
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21.1.22 GoDogGo Cafe Version 2
Where We Can Begin Again Return. New light of daywhen night slips offlike the skin of a soul, it keeps shadows from creeping up behind us,like black cats on our path. We’ll rise with the sun,bleat arrows into heaven’sblankness between stars, and whisper simple sighsand hum our satisfaction.We dream of ocean waves that break in…
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18.1.22 dVerse Thesaurus Day
Tsunami The pebbles rolland wheel,and blabber in its foreign tongue. It’s a weedy pitched language,an unfamiliar voice ofwaves pullingat the beach’s happy aspect.And then it cackleswith laughter. Foam dribbles off sleeves of kelp,unhingedfrom the pier,a wave draws back breathand swells again. And then it gurgles death’s rattle,fighting an ebb retreat,and seethes. Written for dVerse #ThesaurusDay using the…
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And Suddenly It’s Monday
AND SUDDENLY IT’S MONDAY Pick a childhood memory, he says. “Beatles. Hello Goodbye” I don’t even hesitate. Late 60s are vivid in my head. It redeemed itself as timeless, I tell him, and it was playing as the turkey roasted in the oven, bread stuffing spilling out and on the verge of catching light. And…
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16.1.22 Sunday Muse
ALWAYS REMEMBER RULE #1,023 I need glasses. The ones on your nose. In front of your eyes. To see stuff, though most of it’s quite forgettable. But there’s no equivalent for forgetfulness. The proof is hypotenuse – I’ve forgotten everything about it. Well, almost. I do remember it’s nothing to do with peridot-green moss on…
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Q16: A Robin in the Lambing Shed
THE LAMBING SHED There’s a pearled songwaiting at the endof its willow reed. Up there is a robin in the raftersof the lambing shed. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 16 To include these: One verb of motion; Two adverbs; a gemstone; A tree; A type of building; An animal. Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on…
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