Category: Journal
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Tin Soldiers in Their Pockets
Kids Once Carried Tin Soldiers in Their Pockets… Did you know that, he says, as he cleans his hands,his nails one at a time. He stares out the windowwhere moments before children with satchelsstrapped to their backs walked by. They’re likesmall tortoises in no hurry to return to school. Would you turn on the lights,…
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27 August: A Small Ache
A Small Ache Summer has lost a friend.Slipped and tipped over like dominoes,or the soft sorrow of roses, forfend.Summer has lost a friend.Lost its bird song and country lane’s end,and its sweetness of hedgerows.Slipped and tipped over like dominoes,summer has lost a friend. . Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Planted
Planted Time took my oldest friend’s life. Her son took reams of paper,scribbled with phrases andher partially complete poems,and put them in a metal box.Locked it, and then buried itin a corner of the garden. Rain fell down on it, but it never blossomed, …
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11 August: One Line on Wednesday
Mum said I was born on a Wednesday, although she doesn’t remember any of it; she was given some sledge hammer sedative, and says she pities women who have to stay awake through all that. Written for One Liner Wednesday . Image is from Unsplash. #1LinerWeds Shared with #APoemADay #1LinerWeds on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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An Excerpt From a Conversation with Customer Service
You can’t deliver dead flowers to a woman whose husband just died. This is a 17-syllable “American Sentence” which received benefit of linebreaks. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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28 June 2021
We’re Lucky Fear and suspicion, death and isolation aside,lockdown was good to us, I say.You’re eating oatmeal. You nod. We had ample food on the table,our health, and money enoughto turn on the heating in June. You pause the spoonfuls to sayit was the wettest, coldest June you can rightly remember. I nod. And…
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Time, Picnics and Blizzards
Time is laid out like a picnic – Margaret Atwood “Salt” Sometimes, Time Is A Blizzard (which is why you won’t see any punctuation in this one) our old clockticks a bit slowerthen it might yet the daystill slips fromthis room to the next The…
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10 May 2021: A Journal Entry
A new journal entry was just added to 10 May at The Journal. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021 https://miskmask.wordpress.com/2021/05/10/10-may-2021-a-meander/
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9 May 2021: When …
When Whencool moonlight scents the night colour-blind,and streetlights shimmer languages to stars, and May’s burnt into photos of things growing,and you’ve trampled all your question marks, that’s when I think about that bird that hit the window,and it fell to the pavement. A small soft stain.We wrapped it a towel, and buried it. That day…
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Of Flu and Gloom
A Small Girl Wearing Angel Wings She’s as faithful as a tree,standing there,singing,small hands cold as blue light,she takes a coin here and there,sings on the corner of 1st and Hythe Road,stands with a man from the Mission,she’s like a dove,a flushed joyful point in this flu and gloom.…
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