Tag: Poetry
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GoDogGo Cafe Haibun Wednesday
Her Eggs Mum had a Victorian demeanour, posture as if stitched into a corset. Very few emotions she’d let slip, except boredom tightening her face. I remember her studying the back porch steps. She’d painted them shiny parrot green, the July sun scorched her neck, and bubbled the paint like the crispy edges of a…
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30.1.22 for GoDogGoCafe
PATHS Taking new stepson these same old stairs,time-heavied footfall wearsthem to a buffed-up bare. Take hold the balustrade,it’s made from an oak branch,lightning hit it quite by chance.So steady on. Steady on, because we’re all just dust.Just a January wheeze,taking steps that were,shall be, and must. Written for Go Dog Go Cafe’s Tuesday Challenge . Start with…
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29.1.22 Inherit Wings
INHERIT WINGS they woke entangled inpale light over pine and church.dew lingering on her lips,and scripture clingingon clergy tongues. The world is full of short sunrises and quick loving, but what will you do when dreams poke through like weeds … this fragile air,this paradise.cloudless as generosity.and they soared over their weeds,and inherited wings. Over…
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28.1.22 Owl on a Bare Branch
AN OWL ON A BARE BRANCH An owl standsand looks backward.Its face closed.Impenetrable.Distant. A freezing explanationhangs in its mouth. A mouse.Limp.Glossy black as the night. The owl turns its head away,wings lift,and it flies upand out of the night. Long-Eared Owl on Bare Tree Branch (c. 1905) by Ohara Koson. Image is in Public Domain ©Misky…
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27.1.22 The Waiting Room
THE WAITING ROOM She is myelderly neighbour.She sneezes.The roomgoes quiet, andthey stare at us. I burst out laughing. Not because they’re staring at us, but because I remember my father saying, “Look on the bright side. You can’t fail forever.” Image an extract of Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden Of Earthly Delights c. 1510-1515 Public Domain. ©Misky 2022 Shared…
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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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