Category: Journal
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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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It’s Just Another Day
Monday!I’ll peel the flint grey from the sky,Walk your dog, as I’ve not one myself,Grant the garden rest from my criticism,And I’ll be kinder, if not dumber,To all your bloody-minded pointless annoyances. Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
23 October: Once, well actually it’s happened before, winter’s early bite sunk its cold into my hands and feet. It’s Saturday, although the day doesn’t make much difference, however I suspect the weather took its turn Friday night because for most of that day I’d not turned the heating on, although I did hit the…
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A Few Days in The New Forest
22 October: I’m back from a few days of splashing around the New Forest (gosh, what a soggy storm that was the other night!), inhaling the fresh air, relishing no crowds, and a bit of exercise. I do love these ponies, who couldn’t care what we humans, hurried and rushing about, are up to or…
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9 October: A Strange Mildness
The Turn of the Season blessthis mess of leaves these trees rattle andturn to burnt bits leaves curl andclench to themselves crisp and brokenunder some version of sun that no longer warmsthrough glass panes. it’s a blinding opticof strange mildness Photo by Jason Mitrione on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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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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For Miz Quickly’s Day Two: All About Heat
Miz Quickly’s Day Two: All About Heat I.I Remember Rain That Felt Like Silk I’ll be an old nag, obdurate, andstill sucking on a Werther’s Originalby the time temperatures soar likewhat Attenborough’s always saying, and I reckon the wind will bloweight-beats to a measure with yourhair-blowing cyclonic in your face,with brown-burnt grass torched off the…
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It’s Just Weather: Heat
It’s Just Weather: Heat We rise with the sun,before the full of heatcrowds the clouds and skims the colour from the day. This is harvest day,clear and hot, a heatusually reserved for ovens,and it leaves our bonessimmered white and limp as foam on foam.…
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28 Sept 2021: It’s Just Weather
Blow This wind has no soulshepherd of destruction It breathes low, and leaves wounds across blossoms and breakable hummingbirds And then it turns back, and blows itself inside out. Image is from Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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I Remember Pale Rain
I Remember Pale Rain The thistles have gone purple,spiny and tetchy,and the cosmos (I kid you not)are taller than the fence. I long for the scentof a bonfire and soft rainthat hisses at its embers. What’s happened to our rain?Soft English rain.It was perfumed, pale and translucent.Pinkish.Fragrant. This stuff is Bangkok…
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