Category: #apoemaday
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Day 10: For Go Dog Go Café
A Book Called Today a Woman Went Mad in the Supermarket …. assuming that the woman’s name is Rita She might’ve been a Rita,or a Rhoda, but for certainher name began with an R.She wore a gold necklacewith an R around her neck.Perhaps she’s called Raisin. Raisin, truly an…
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Q9 and Stream of Consciousness Saturday
IT’S STILL LIFE In the next 72-hoursor it might be less, these things areimpossibly imprecise, this blogineum ormaybe it’s blogitsky will be renamed, andgiven a new address. The new address is misky.uk and Plumb Lines is now called It’s Still Life because most people don’t know what a plumb line is. It was likely a poor choice on my…
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The Winter People
THE WINTER PEOPLE This is winter’s astrophe. We’re stuck in a black and white fogbreathing thin air, breathing in a writer’s ache on blank sheets of white paper. It’s a silent semaphorelanguage that reducesthe sun to a small white stone. It’s…
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The Man Who Sits on a Step at the Duck Pond
The Man Who Sits on a Step at the Duck Pond I’ve yet to see that man smile, a faceset like thick-sawn wood. He movesonly rarely so as to not appear dead. He says everything in this little townis one of two things – either alive ordead. Yet he’s never happier in life than when…
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#SoCS A Stream of Consciousness: Chickens
23 December 2021: Even if it’s naked, you can tell a chicken from a duck, even under all their feathers, they’re all and entirely chicken. All those relevant bones, recognisable remains, every scrap, always recognisable as a chicken, not a duck. Poor deliveryman. Embarrassed by it all. Said there hasn’t been a duck in the…
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Your Secret Language
Your Secret Language It’s winter male?I don’t know but it tastes like pineand snowand the sharp bite of an apple. It moves in,and then pulls you closer,roots around in your ruins and teaches you itssecret language so you’reunable to make sense of yourself, or anyone else.Is winter male?Yes. Probably. ©Misky 2021
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A Stroll and a Bitch
A Stroll and A Bitch It’s back to the Victorian era.We meet up with friendsfor a “Covid-safe” stroll and a bitch about everything. I’m singing at a funeral tomorrow, she says, and can you believe it, my kid is 2-years old today. Two years locked down with a baby. I can’t breathe if I think…
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Miz Quickly’s Titles: Eagle
There’s an Eagle Sitting on the Marlboro Sign I’m at a loss with all these signs.I need some Left Right signs.This Way Up. Down. Yes. No. I always think: what would Dad do. I still talk to you, you know,like you’re a fixed star,still governing my lifeand direction. And yes, that’s me occasionallyscreaming at the…
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Miz Quickly’s 17 December: Pretend
Just Pretending to Write It’s cold enough to snow,but there’s not a cloud in the sky.It’s like trying to find your own poetic voice – you can writeon almost anything, but youcan’t pretend you have a pen. Written for For Miz Quickly’s “Pretend” prompt. © Misky 2021, shared with #apoemaday on Twitter. Photo by Julia Joppien on Unsplash
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Miz Quickly’s Day 7: Part 2 – The Scent of a Place ✓
Those Wild Poppies … In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick! Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. You scorn shadows from shafts of wheat, scornthe corn and its rigid rod.You bend and…
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