20 July: 20 Pieces of a Poem

Image is from Unsplash

Piece 1: The One with Similes and Metaphors

When the midday sun is winter low, and lovers cast a single shadow, and he is like twice-frozen snow, and she’s milk and honey melting, and love, that’s her secret, and desire is his, and they wonder – will they, won’t they, fit together like a perfect storm.  And the remains of those moments are secreted away on that secluded wintry knoll but she keeps that memory like a trinket, remembers the clear air and sharp icy pine scent. He  remembers the rhythmic crunch of frozen snow, and thinks, no, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife, because days like those are an oracle of lessons, muted whispers and fumbles and unrestricted hands. And she assumes that everyone’s first time is as impoverished as tinned corned beef.

Prose poetry for dVerse, including the following phrase: “No, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife.”  –Zora Neale Hurston, from How Does it Feel to be Colored Me in World Tomorrow (1928). Image is from Unsplash. This is the start of a new project, which will include “20 Pieces of a Poem”. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021

16 responses to “20 July: 20 Pieces of a Poem”

  1. Wonderful rhyme scheme and I am geeked because this is part (piece) one of a new series for you. Together but in two very different places. I love her keeping the memory like a trinket, and his avoidance the “oracle of lessons.” Such vivid imagery and metaphor, Misky. I love what you did here.

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    1. Thanks!! Had fun with this prompt. ❤️

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  2. Wonderful. And that last line! What a sting! 💕

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  3. Beautiful, and the final line is a real killer.👍

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  4. I was as mesmerised by the beginning as I was amused by the ending. Beautifully written!

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    1. Thanks, Ingrid. That’s lovely to hear.

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  5. This is lovely, Misky …

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    1. Thanks! Glad you liked it.

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    1. Thank you very much.

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  6. I didn’t even attempt a response to this prompt, but I’ve read most of them and i must say that I think your insertion of it into this narrative is one of the best. Awesome work. (A really cool haiku at the end would make this a mind-blowing haibun…just sayin’)

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    1. My plan is to rewrite this one without the phrase, and I’ll give your suggestion a try. Glad you liked it, Ron.

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  7. Love this especially; “And the remains of those moments are secreted away on that secluded wintry knoll but she keeps that memory like a trinket, remembers the clear air and sharp icy pine scent.” swoon💝💝

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