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Dreaming with Miz Quickly

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A Tin Wind Rattled

I disown these homeless dreams,
these friendless and wandering
merry bands plucking
at my broken strings.
And whose familiar voice
rings lost — those words,
noisy as a tin wind rattled.
Dreams — a fractured beauty
scenting a broken night.
And then its final moments
fade, scatter mute as stones.
To wake. To wake. Awake.

 

written for Miz Quickly

Misky

6 responses to “Dreaming with Miz Quickly”

  1. georgeplace2013 avatar
    georgeplace2013

    First – I Love That Title. Title are so hard for me. You went in a bit of a dark place with this and I find that interesting that the picture was a little creepy for you. I saw it as a whimsy, I guess, doll to doll conversation.
    And this line is lovely “Dreams — a fractured beauty
    scenting a broken night.”

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      I’m not sure why, Debi, but those little guys just gave me the jumping-willies. I don’t think they’re up to any good with that sweet, sleepy girl.

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      1. georgeplace2013 avatar
        georgeplace2013

        Ooooh, now you’ve got me thinking creepy.

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        1. Misky avatar
          Misky

          Are you going to write another one based on its creepability?

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          1. georgeplace2013 avatar
            georgeplace2013

            Probably not. The one I did wiped me out-ha

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  2. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com avatar
    http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com

    I think you’re very clever to produce such an interesting poem about that picture. I couldn’t do a thing with it.

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