Day 29.1: NaPoWriMo 2021

Two Years Ago

… when my world became the perimeter of the garden and the internal dimensions of four walls, and the outside world existed mostly on the evening news, and you and I, we dealt with trivials like waiting for falling leaves to dry before raking, most of them empaling on the metal scrapping of tines, or decisions like do you want red or green curry tonight, or me brushing away sleeping ladybirds wedged into the escaping warmth of windowsills, or an old spider web on the left and a new web on the right, and why do we have so much stuff – I have to dismantle an entire room before I can dust it – and I’m hanging four face masks on the radiator to dry just in time for another variant to clip our metaphorical wings. And you say, What next, eh?

I wear grey to blur
Like air through the window
Into the background


Image is from Unsplash, and really has nothing to do with this haibun, but I just love that dog. Written for  Poetic Asides “Next” ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter

10 responses to “Day 29.1: NaPoWriMo 2021”

  1. Fantastic. Especially love the haiku.


    1. Thank you very much!

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  2. Wonderful! That allegorical clipping of metaphorical wings is more than a little frustrating!


    1. Thank you, Hobbo! ☺️

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  3. …oh, and Dauphy loves the dog too.


    1. Isn’t he just splendid?! 🐾

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  4. Well… that was uplifting, Misky.


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  5. Sadfunny how the world gets reduced to brittledead leaves impaled on raketines & how we notice them more than ever before, ain’t it? Not to mention how, in these times, everything we wear’s grey and fading, eh?


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