Two Thoughts on the Anniversary of My Mother’s Birthday
Her broken whispers
were so close to earth that I
imagined bluebells.
I gave her flowers
as she rode into the stars.
Couldn’t help smiling.
Two American Sentences of 17-syllables each.
dVerse OLN. For Twiglet #144 Rest easy Mum.
©️ Misky 2019
Your American sentences have choked me up, Misky. I remember my mum’s broken whispers. They also made me smile! When I was little, we used to walk in the local bluebell wood; my mum would love this poem too.
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I smiled too imagining your Mom riding into the stars clutching a handful of bluebells. So tender and sweet, Misky. Um, what is the Twiglet reference if you don’t mind.
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Thank you. A Twiglet is a short phrase writing prompt.
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Riding into the stars with whispers of bluebells, such a memorable departure. Very touching to read.
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Hey Misky — Hi poet!. Wanted to let you know I am “temporarily” sightless in my right eye from a retinal disease. It is a struggle fir me to write, but I will still wrote my pieces, going very slowly. Reading at any length is extremely difficult, and causes painful headache — so wanted to say thanks for contributing to OLN. But I won’t be able to read what you wrote, yet I wanted to visit. I spent a little time writing this best I could with one eye, i copied it, and I am pasting it in here to say hi. Got an operation coming up in about a week when the infection is down. Hopefully things will get back to normal.thanks, Rob
My very best wishes to you for a successful procedure, and a speedy recovery. Please don’t strain your eyesight for the sake of a blog. When you have thoughts that you’d usually write down, grab your phone and record your thoughts for later. I also have sight issues in my left eye, so you’re not alone out there in the ether. Take care, and rest your eyes.
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What a lovely thought and image this presents.
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It's Still Life 
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