Bleached Silence
What do you do
with the sort of silence
that fills the house
and hides in the walls.
It’s at the window
and the door, it’s
monkeys in your hair.
What’s a woman to do
when bleached silence
won’t listen anymore.
for Twiglets #282 “Bleached Silence, The Philosopher. Silence by Nicholas Roerich, 1940. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
Oh, god, that was ages ago wasn’t it? I have a category called “wine” and I have posted on Burgundy and Corbieres. Wasn’t one of them, was it? I’m assuming not Burgundy since that is well-known.
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Ah… we had pet monkeys in Indonesia. If you sat in their cage, they’d hunt through your hair like they groomed each other. But, like gulls, I can imagine monkeys would get frightening if they associate humans with feeding only.
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I hope not or if right now we all d, I hope there is possible future that doesn’t need bleaching or silencing.
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Hairmonkeys!
I drove almost 800 miles today, opened my computer upon arrival, and what do I get?
Hairmonkeys!! Double shot of Grand Marnier, please.
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Will stuff will that grow hair on your chest!
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I don’t know about hair monkeys but the rest, I get it!
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Maybe it’s a stretch…. too far.
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