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Quadrille #104

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These Mad Mad Days

The sun shifts over these
mad
mad
daylight hours.

Lovers never long for
morning,
the sun
rising,
thirsty as salt.
Hot.
No use
asking why fire is
hot.

And I keep thinking,
I’ll go fishing; that’ll fix all this.

Life is an invisible
scar.

 
 
for dVerse Quadrille 104 “Fix” (44 words, excluding the title) ©️ Misky 2020

Misky

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8 responses to “Quadrille #104”

  1. Helen avatar
    Helen

    Enjoyed your poem … berry picking might fix things ?

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  2. whimsygizmo avatar
    whimsygizmo

    Ohhhhh, that last line!
    And this:
    “the sun
    rising,
    thirsty as salt.”

    Gorgeous.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thanks for the prompt, De. ❤️

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  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) avatar
    Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    The sun rising thirsty… and it rises long before me these days (at 4 AM)

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  4. Frank Hubeny avatar
    Frank Hubeny

    Nice description of life as an invisible scar.

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  5. Grace avatar
    Grace

    I love that last line. Can we ever find a quick fix to all these?

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  6. peterfrankiswrites avatar
    peterfrankiswrites

    So good – so liked the cascade of the poem, falling down into despair (or melancholy at least). And ‘the lovers never long for / morning ‘ such a clever doubling of meaning. As ever every word working hard. Great stuff.

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Thanks, Peter.

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