Month: Jan 2022
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Day 18: He and I and Buttons
He & I – a World Covered in Buttons We take a brisk walk in the forest.Pine air.Mud singsin the rubber soles of our shoes. A euphoric dog slips in and outof rust-dried bracken, its tailcycling the air for balance. Cold haunts the shadows here.it’s sodden and bare, one expectsit in January after sliding rain.…
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And Suddenly It’s Monday
AND SUDDENLY IT’S MONDAY Pick a childhood memory, he says. “Beatles. Hello Goodbye” I don’t even hesitate. Late 60s are vivid in my head. It redeemed itself as timeless, I tell him, and it was playing as the turkey roasted in the oven, bread stuffing spilling out and on the verge of catching light. And…
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16.1.22 Sunday Muse
ALWAYS REMEMBER RULE #1,023 I need glasses. The ones on your nose. In front of your eyes. To see stuff, though most of it’s quite forgettable. But there’s no equivalent for forgetfulness. The proof is hypotenuse – I’ve forgotten everything about it. Well, almost. I do remember it’s nothing to do with peridot-green moss on…
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Q16: A Robin in the Lambing Shed
THE LAMBING SHED There’s a pearled songwaiting at the endof its willow reed. Up there is a robin in the raftersof the lambing shed. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 16 To include these: One verb of motion; Two adverbs; a gemstone; A tree; A type of building; An animal. Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on…
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Day 16: Negative
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME There’s no rolling creditsand no music swelling.This is no Land of Oz,but still, she says, “There’s no place like home,” She wears plain black shoes,no use for ruby slippers here,not on this farm with hensthat lay grey eggs. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 15: Negatives . Photo by Finn Mund on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with…
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Day 16 A Genius Under the Table
A Book Called A Genius Under the Table ……. assuming that my kids are geniuses The children tinkeredwith a wishbone,pulling and not pulling,wishing the other to snap. There were days when I thought they might rip-up the sky, while I was busy, buried in life. Written for GoDogGo Café. A Book called “A Book Called A…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY I can’t be the only one thinking morning comes too soon, and if we can put men on the moon, why can’t we change the feel of rain. It rained all night, and now there’s a magpie legging about in the gutter by the bedroom window. Magpies haven’t a clue how…
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Day 14: The Mirror and the Palette
The Mirror and the Palette I love lilies.Mum hated them. But that’s not why I love them, although there was that contrary friction between us from time to time. I love them becausethey smell like church. Mum hated them becausethey smell like church. When Mum’s father passed away, Grandma filled the church with white lilies.…
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Day 14: #JusJoJan “Freckled”
A FRECKLED SKY OF STARS There’s a flute in the trees.Did you hear its song.It’s as short as a dream. A whispered lullaby.A cellar into sleep. Close your itchy eyeson night’s freckled stars.Dream across the sky. Written for Day 14: JusJoJan “Freckled” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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Q14: A Journey of Limited Space
A JOURNEY OF LIMITED SPACE I’ll pack a bag,lock out thoseleathery tongues ofnews and politics. Packa bag full of memoriesfor a long journey into light. I’ll close my eyes and close my lips,hold the world between two fingers. Yesterday, I opened a drawerand discovered I’ve beencollecting elastic rubber bands. A box of them.And a jar…
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