Category: #apoemaday
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Miz Quickly’s Various Degrees of Green
Various Degrees of Green I hope that I am neverdisappointed in spring,that medical grade neon greenstripped of its mortality it’s noisy and brash, and yet I painted green on the wall to reflect calm and quiet, bring outdoors … In. But spring green is anything but quiet. It’s a noise that pops and pulls at…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 3: Now/Then/When
Blackberrying Couplets blackberriesping – the bottom of a pail, stick stuck pricked bybriars and vines, like ravenous arms in august heatand fireweed, stumps and trees against bare legsbumps and welts, itch and scratch, fire ants lotions dabon calamine, paste of soda, vinegar, whine blackberriesin a pot, a spill of sugar, a skin of jam blackberriesso…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 2: Break/Broke/Broken
And Another Thing Broken Iguanas are dreamingthey’re alligators, and night is broken by dreams, the moon’s prowlingaround street corners, sniffing like a dogat protesting stars, and nobody’s sleeping – we’re all broken by dreams. Written for Miz Quickly “break/broke/broken” Image is from Unsplash. ©Misky 2021…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 24: Like Rain
A Conversation with Weather-Beaten Trees tell me when it rains likegod almighty doing the flood thing again rain in moon-big-drops plummetingfrom his out-stretched hand on my potted geraniumsand the parsley and dill maybe he’ll rain in slow syllablesand narrate his catastrophes as if he were speaking tothe primitive ages. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 24: Rains…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 14
A View on St Ninian’s Row this town is a mapthese streets stiff as twigsbrown and grey facadeshigh rise into the mild airand we walk everywhere I am none the wiserfor watchingtheir heels flecked with purposestreet lights illuminatetheir fear of darkness Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 14: Two five-line stanzas. Observations from a pedestrian’s view point…
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13 October: for dVerse
Just A Pinch It’s times like these whenI think I’ll call Mum, tell herabout the garden todaywith its spread of fuchsias and how, if she was still alive, she’d be pinching outnew growth, taking it home,and rooting it in some water. I don’t think she ever boughta plant, she borrowed bitsand seeds from other people’splants, and grew…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 12 “Tuesday”
Boys On The Tracks The air is bristling nerves The engine coughsThe carriage rocks The boys are on the tracks The whistle blowsThe driver sweatsIt rolls into his eyes These boys are troubleThe tracks do rumbleThe train’s horn toots again The boys jump asideAs if riding wings, and The boys survive another day. Written for Miz…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 10: What If
Where’s the Rabbit what if I’m wrongwhat if there’s no such thing as wrong no wrong path, wrong door, wrong choice. what if there was onlyhere, now, simple happiness. perfect happiness, a gossamer light. what if I found happinessand I was wrong about it. what if there never was a rabbit in his hat. written…
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4 October 2021: The Man on the Bus
Lost in His Own Desert I travelat the front of the bus,just for the view,and my eyeis caught by a manwho seems lostin his own emptydesert. He looksat his hands, and stares.He’s in a place that’snot the same as me,and he picksat his beard and then at his ears,and speaks loudlyinto the seatnext to him.And I wonder,…
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Strike
Lightning Strike It speaks.A voicein the near distance. A sudden visitation oflightning thatvanishes. A flashlike a wanderingthought. It breaks the air. Such are itslibertine ways. And it roars like a lion,then a heartbeat, low and warm. Image is from Unsplash (via their iPhone app). Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky…
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