I. Poetic Asides: News
One day I’d like to wake up
with an empty head, she says.
She pulling weeds in the garden,
doesn’t look up, just talks to her
neighbour whose black dog is
impatient with the conversation.
I know. Stuff just comes from nowhere.
Yesterday, I woke up thinking about
a conversation I overheard last year
in the pub, says the neighbour.
It’s like the news, says the woman
still plucking weeds. Who thinks up
that stuff, it’s all too unbelievable.
She glances up just as the black dog
lifts its leg on her hydrangea.
She embroiders mad chapters
on cloth, remnants into pages,
and turns her needle and thread
into whispering volumes of time.
She threads a world of ins and outs,
the woman’s as stitched as a loop.
These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. AI artwork produced using MJ v4.
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