22 Nov: Miz Quickly’s Day 22

digital art, mother and son embrace


A son hugs his mother,
and her eyes well up.

Too long. It’s been
too long since they shared

warmth in their arms,
love bound by

the luxury of warmth,

like softened butter,
that sort of warmth,

or flannel pyjamas
and cashmere socks,

or warm soft boiled eggs,
and toast with that softened butter.

When did warmth become
a luxury.

These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.

15 responses to “22 Nov: Miz Quickly’s Day 22”

  1. “When did warmth become a luxury?”

    That’s the million dollar question Misky! 🤔🤔👍👍

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    1. Isn’t it though!

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      1. Yes! Like, when did it stop becoming a basic right and necessity?!

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  2. I love all the examples of warmth. Every image adds to the whole. Lovely.

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  3. Mmmm. This is so cozy. It’s colder than usual here in Southern Nevada, and with it getting completely dark at 5pm every day, I just want to curl up with a warm blanket and a cup of Bailey’s and hot chocolate by about 4pm.

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    1. Bailey’s and coffee for me. Sam church, different pew.

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      1. “Same”

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  4. so beautiful. so penetrating. perhaps warmth has always been a luxury. I have been reflecting lately that perhaps “The West” have seen our best years. we are now to grow accustomed to roads pocked with pot holes, unreliable power, and a much larger percentage of the population really struggling to feed themselves, let alone warm their houses in the winter. meanwhile, the superlatively rich just grow richer and richer, blissfully blind to “the average joe”.

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  5. Warm and cozy
    To my toesy

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  6. I’m rarely up & about before My Beloved Sandr, but this morning I was, so when I got to the living room I clicked the thermostat on the fireplace up a couple degrees, just so we’d both be cozified when she came out. Nice work, M.

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  7. Very emotional poem Misky my
    Mum’s birthday was Nov 22

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    1. A very happy birthday to your mum, Michele.

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