For Twiglet #211

excerpt from Bruegel’s Netherlandish Proverbs

“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


27 responses to “For Twiglet #211”

  1. 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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  2. …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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  3. ‘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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  4. Misky – I really love how you arrange the long line stanzas and the short line stanzas!

    BTW, is the following line true?

    My grandmother made coffee from rainwater.

    Yours,
    David

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  5. 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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  6. 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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