Month: Sep 2024
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28 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Yesterday
Saturday: A Cadralor Poem I.Blue poured into the weekas if it was summer.For a day, maybe two. II.The shoewent on the other foot:it rained all week. III.North’s door is opento birds leaving,and leaves falling. IV.Bird strike on the window.A completed cycle.It’s journey ahead. V.I called her mineand stroked her head.I must be home, she said.…
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28 Sept: Journal of Thoughts
A Journal of Recent Thoughts A Look Over My Shoulder There’s the blessing.The beatitude.The polite old ones spill from the church,gather for a chat, shake hands.Then tea and biscuits on the white linen tables. I’m in the rectory, pouring over old records,births and deaths,who is and who isn’tburied in sacred ground.In uneven mud and bitten…
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27 Sept: A Six – A Trifecta: Pierre’s Chair
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 31 Pierre’s Chair Almost midnight: We walked to the Six Sentence Cafe and Bistro, rain bristling and wind hurting my ears – it rains at an angle, heedless of Pierre’s complaints, “… why did I bother to style my hair or…
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27 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Yesterday
A Journal of Thoughts from Yesterday The E In Leaves Late summer and the light blends with the shadows below trees now sparse of leaves. Spiderwebs reach between bushes, they catch the fog, and the fields are quiet. As a girl, I loved this time of year, the last aging throws seem too close for…
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26 Sept: A Six – Three Months After That Day
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 30 August 1975: Three Months After that Day Down at the sand, where the tide throws itself forward like a wreck in cold unconquered lines, foaming against all hope, my father stands next to me and says, “Brigid, find the quiet…
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26 Sept: A Thursday Door
Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my holiday snaps and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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26 Sept: A Six – Watching Cerulean Blue Bleed
At an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Part 29 Last week: An Equal Division of Light and Dark Watching Cerulean Blue Bleed Pierre stands at an easel and paints; he creates his world; depth and distance washed with purples; water colour blotches that run, and clouds thieving white from…
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25 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week To Saint-Malo: A Phoenix’s Breath Peace.For peace. For rest,to set all those souls to ease.Peace at twilight whenthe wind has died,and the Bay of Saint-Maloopens wide to a pale lowly sky. North, East, South, West,and the soil in and all between.Levelled. Burnt. By eighty-percent,and there by man ……
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24 Sept: Ten Things of Thankful
Ten Things of Thankful 15-24 September (in no particular order) 1. An ancient woodland within walking distance.2. The worst of the potholes were filled while I was in France.3. Like-minded friends.4. Begonias and dahlias still blooming.5. Tomatoes in the greenhouse are perfectly ripe.6. Tomato and mayonnaise sandwiches on homemade sourdough.7. That I don’t have to…
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22 Sept: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week The I In It Twilight has a voice of indifference. Not at all like dawn which is full bodied air, chirping and touching everything, and waving a red flag as if reclaiming its roots. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the…
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