“Airless and unloved, in the dank basement
of the mind” L. Igloria ~ A Reparation
If a Puddle Was a Day of the Week, It Would be a Tuesday
It’s Tuesday.
It’s raining.
I took my coffee
back to bed.
My grandmother made coffee from rainwater.
Dad refused to drink it. Feared he’d swallow
a mouthful of amoebae and a case of diarrhoea.
Tuesdays never feel real.
A bit plastic and apologetic.
It’s not the beginning, or
the end, or the middle..
It’s a drain that’s almost clogged but not enough
to notice yet. Unless you lean down deep into
the sink, and listen for a gurgle in the plughole.
And it’s raining.
And it’s Tuesday.
for dVerse and Twiglet #211 “At Close Range” © Misky 2021
It's Still Life 
27 responses to “For Twiglet #211”
Yes on both counts.
It is Tuesday, and raining.
And additionally a little unreal.
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I hope your Wednesday is more to your liking.
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At least the sun came out and I was able to go for a nice walk! 🌞
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I LOVE this! Just read it aloud to my husband. Yup. You’ve nailed Tuesdays. I love the line where you say “I took my coffee back to bed.” As if sometimes Tuesdays just aren’t worth the effort. Why are they on the calendar anyway? 🙂 LOVE this! You made my evening! And tomorrow is humpday! 🙂
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Thanks, Lillian.
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I feel you about Tuesdays! Very well-written.
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Thanks you, Lucy!
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…and it’s raining here too (tho it’s Wednesday). Captures Tuesdays perfectly. I laughed at the drain description. I’ve got a bunch of domestic things like that – not working right but not yet bad enough to get out the tools or call the plumber – so ‘Tuesday-like’ I put up with it. And now I’ve got a suitable adjective for incipience. Ha.
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…and it’s still raining. Wednesday. Some kind of ground hog’s day syndrome.
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Tuesday is an almost-rhyme of gloom day.
We had snow.
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We had snow the other day, but it melted into some sort of cold, beige goo.
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yuck.
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Excellent once again! And I really love the quote you open with, very relatable.
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‘If a Puddle Was a Day of the Week, It Would be a Tuesday’ – your opening line is as quotable as the epigraph! This reminds me of Tuesdays back home in the UK, when it always seemed to be raining, especially at this time of year.
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Walked along the creek at the bottom of the hill today. It’s ready to break its banks. Rain and more rain.
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🙁
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Misky – I really love how you arrange the long line stanzas and the short line stanzas!
BTW, is the following line true?
Yours,
David
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Absolutely true. And as you’ll see in Kim’s reply, she knows all about coffee and tea from rainwater also.
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Yes, yesterday was a puddle day, Marilyn, but it didn’t get going until the afternoon, so I stayed up and went for a walk. I’ve used rainwater in the past, but only from a butt with a lid; it’s so soft the taste of tea and coffee is sublime. One of our cats drinks from the open butt we have now, which has bits of leaf floating in it. For me, it’s Thursday that’s ‘plastic and apologetic’.
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Our water butt with a lid still has a healthy population of wiggly things 😦 eeek!
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Openings and closings, more the latter, here. But, I enjoyed your musings, and your fresh (if not so much potable) take on the prompt. Cheers!
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Thanks!
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I read this on a Wednesday which means I’m better off already (and it’s not raining…) love how your mind spun around this…
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So much to love here especially; “Tuesdays never feel real. A bit plastic and apologetic. It’s not the beginning, or
the end, or the middle.” Woww 😀
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I love, love, love your poem.
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Thank you.
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Wonderful, as always.
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