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
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8 responses to “Quadrille #104”
Enjoyed your poem … berry picking might fix things ?
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Ohhhhh, that last line!
And this:
“the sun
rising,
thirsty as salt.”
Gorgeous.
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Thanks for the prompt, De. ❤️
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The sun rising thirsty… and it rises long before me these days (at 4 AM)
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Nice description of life as an invisible scar.
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I love that last line. Can we ever find a quick fix to all these?
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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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Thanks, Peter.
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