Tag: quadrille
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7 March: dVerse Quadrille
On The Dock It’s winter. Thin snow,air bright, wind sings in the rigging.Scent of dieselhangs in shadows, fishing boats,engines throblike labouring hearts. Seagullseager for talk, they watchfish gliding from nets, slappingand gasping on the dock, and shining like cold stars. Written for dVerse Quardille #171 “gasp”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky…
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24 February: dVerse Quadrille #170
In Tune Did you hear musicon the edge of wind? When it whistledthrough stiffened twigs.When it thumped andbumped, and drummedan ache into your heart.When it chiseled throughice and made you shiver. Did you hear the musicdeep inside you? Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #170 “music”. Quadrille is 44-words sans title. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney.…
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7 February: dVerse Quadrille
Up There It’s an albino moon, white toothed, sleepy grinned. Pricking at stars as they’re born and burn away, old ones plunge and die. We watch them carry our hearts, wrack and ruin our second thoughts, and that moon’s staring button-eyed at us while we weep. Written for dVerse Quadrille 44-words, sans title, “stars”. AI Digital…
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24 January: dVerse Quadrille
Winter Garden Winter’s moon leavesa slick of ice, agonybedded on the leaves. Touched by silence. The garden shinesstiff as starched sheets. The roses buriedwhere music has gone quiet. Summer was once herewith secret perfumes thatflew the air on iced wings. for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #168 “Ice”. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4).…
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10 January: “Bold” Quadrille #44
Croak He keeps skinny tadpoles in a pickle jar, in there wiggling around, ink black, and legless. He plucked them from a bell loud pond where hundreds of them were born, again and again. And a big frog with palpable grievance boldly croaks. And croaks. Written for De’s dVerse Poets, Quadrille 44 “Bold”. AI Digital…
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18 May: July in Perugia
July in Perugia Shutters. Narrow balconies boundBy wrought iron and the setting sun.We’re collapsed by heat, and whenRain comes, we listen to its thrum,Me reclined and sleepless on the sofa,Like a Hollywood starlet, who’s pretendingTo seduce the heat of the evening. for dVerse Poets Quadrille “Sleep” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Image: Perugia from Unsplash.
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dVerse Quadrille #151
A Little Night Noise What is thatbuzz in my ear. That static in my head. White noise and nightgownsand old womenwho can’t sleep fromthe noise. Rattling hisseslike an old iron poton the boil. Just pour me intoa silent pocket of night. Written for dVerse Quadrille #151 “static” Image from Wikiart, Shape and Noise of Motorcyclist by Giacomo Balla,…
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dVerse Quadrille #150: Chalk
The Crumbling Chalk Cliffs of Sussex I’m standing hereon this wind-swept headland,parts of it worn awayby Atlantic storms.Torn.Renewed.Replaced.Time-slips into geography.It’s old bones behaving badly,these crumbling chalk cliffs.It’s the nation’s chalkboardto all those who sail ourindistinguishable thoughtsbetween words. dVerse Poets: Written for De’s #150 44-word Quadrille, including the word Chalk, and Twiglet #275 “word of words” ©Misky…
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14.02.22 Valentine Quadrille
Remembering an Afternoon Picnic Near Steyning It smells of summer, he says.Greenish. We’re sitting at the edge of a field,our feet soaking in a creek, and we’re eating cheese and chutney sandwiches.Drinking milky tea straight from a flask. And I want this moment to last.Beyond forever. A Quadrille for Valentine’s Day. Photo by Kiriakos Verros on Unsplash. ©Misky…
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10.02.22: dVerse Quadrille
A View From a Window The kitchen windowoverlooked rosebushesthat nibbled at a lattice frame,until a galeblew the whole thing down,and afterwardswe walked the beach,the sea hurling rocks at our feet,and we brought some home,set them where the rosebushesused to grow. Written for dVerse Poets. Quadrille “nibble”. Image WikiArt: Winter view from our kitchen window in Domobranska 8,…
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