Silent as Bones
The hallway was silent
as rain. A soft drizzle silence
that soaks through your bones,
and you ache for someone
to just say, Hello.
PB’s Silent Hallway
quarrelsome
he had a quarrel with an apple.
bit it. Biting is not allowed.
then he quarrelled with laughter.
it was a total joke.
and he had a quarrel with sleep.
it was a nightmare.
he quarrelled with the moon
because he was starstruck.
but when he quarrelled with air,
it was suffocating.
MQ 22: Troublesome Repetition
©️ Misky 2019 It’s November Poem a Day month. These are 1st drafts
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