Tag: Ragtag Daily Prompt
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8 Sept: for RDP ‘Thumb”
Knots It was the wayshe’d lick her thumb,and pull a knot throughto the end of a thread. It was magical,as if her mouth helda thousand knots under her tongue. And then she’dlook at the permanent groovein her thumbnailengraved by every thread she’d knotted,and she’d sigh a smallharumph soundof mild irritation. Written for RDP “thumb”. Some artwork is…
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5 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The U In Thunder Orchestra It’s so close that her hands feelit prowling her edges.She feels the pressure of its gripa sleight-of-hand drop of rain. And she opens her handand invites its heart into hers.This sky-bound electrical blipthis quarrel with equilibrium. And she is too damned happy. Written…
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2 September: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It (a cadralor poem) Scio Me Nescire – I Know That I Know Nothing I.They call from a glaze of grey skies marked with white stars of geese,a band of loud trombone songsblowing through small clouds. II.This day is pulled by change,a season’s race pipped…
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for RDP “Identity”
The Fibre of Water some days I want toempty myself on the tableand see who sits down. some daysI use long as a verb. some days I wishI had been allowedto be left-handed. some days I counteating ice cream as exercise. some days I walk in the rain,and walk back home in the rain.some days…
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7 July: Oats in the Water (#rdp)
Oats in the Water he sleeps as stars align,grey beard, bristled by light.a voice in my ear sings an evening song, it comeswith dinner’s washing uppots, pans in the sink and it’s Oats in the Water.I cease to think aboutif the moon has a name. Written for RDP “wash” Music “Oats in the Water” by Ben Howard. Some…
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2 October: Tattoo
Tattoo It’s a long lingering bruisefor a woman he once loved, a red inked heartwith a twisting rose vine,thorny,prickly. Bloody woman’s still under his skin. He’s thankful for small mercies,it’s on his boney shoulder bladeand he can’t see itwithout mirrors and contortions. And he cushions his beer buzzagainst the snooker table,draws back the cue stick,…
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10 September: RDP’s Disguise
The Disguise of Economic Buoyancy The neighbour runs from the gardeninto her house, closes the windows.She’s burning years of paper receipts. Things once had. Things she still has.Things eaten.Broken.Busted.Forgotten. Consumerism,and an emergency bucket of waterto put out the fire. Sparks rise and sail,and shred the skywith smoke the colour of sheep. She watches ash swirl…
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9 September: RDP – Ink in Bits
Ink In Bits thin skinned leaves are fallingand mum’s fighting gravitylike Godzilla taking on the sky. I wave goodbye it’s the first day back to school.red metal lunch box, a salami sarnie,and milk money in my pocket. I’ll buy ice cream back then,I’d never heard of a llama,but I knew A was for aardvark. And…
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22 August: For Ragtag Daily Prompt
The Automatic Queueing System Busy. Their phone is always busy. I should’ve poured a coffee. I can almost count the leaves falling. Already, it’s the end… You are number five in the queue. …of August, and the nights are colder. I smell the scent of wood smoke passing through the neighbourhood … You are number…
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21 August: The Art of Queueing
The A.I. Midjourney art of queueing in the style of Edward Gorey. View each full size image by clicking on it. Created for Ragtag Daily Prompt “queue” – created using Midjourney. ©Misky 2023.
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