Category: Miz Q
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Q14: A Journey of Limited Space
A JOURNEY OF LIMITED SPACE I’ll pack a bag,lock out thoseleathery tongues ofnews and politics. Packa bag full of memoriesfor a long journey into light. I’ll close my eyes and close my lips,hold the world between two fingers. Yesterday, I opened a drawerand discovered I’ve beencollecting elastic rubber bands. A box of them.And a jar…
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dVerse: Tuesday Poetics Haibun
The Table of Imaginary Dreams Until we knocked walls down, this was the dining room. Now it’s a bright corner with a heavy oak table, chairs that won’t slide easily under the table when you’re sitting on them. And there, an old milk bottle with a few flowers bending from the stem. Even in winter…
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Q13: Body Memory
BODY MEMORY I.We sat crosslegged, our fingersstrolling through the lawn,searching out four leaf clover. II.The chill from grass climbedup our legs – summer’s leanas cotton shorts and skirts. III.I turned my back to the sun,but in truth all I wanted wasto hold its long gaze on me. IV.Lemonade, sharp as the sun,fit for an old…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 12 Words
A Book Called: WE DO THIS ‘TIL WE FREE US (so we can walk with snowdrops again) Rain and sop. A walk homein a wet reddish twilight,and watched overby a corroded moon. It felt too warm for January,this passive rain that tugs meunderfoot. This lilting suckof mud, and a…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 12: Remixing
A SWAN: UNTITLED a slap on the water,on the air, lifting,here a slap and there, wings white, snowy and down,here where their necks arch,air caressing its down. oh fingered webs,oh beating white rush, here beating, there overthe loosening ripplesof a lake’s brooding broth. Miz Quickly’s Day 11: Sort of create a link or mix between…
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Day 10: Miz Quickly’s Change
FILLING UP THE FLOWERS Triggers are in the air. The weather feels gypsy-restless, it makes ones head and shoulders rise above its huddledcomforts. It’s time to weed browns from the garden,plant silver skinned bulbs. Our hands hold lifeevery time spring finds us. Written for Miz Quickly Day 10: Changes. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on…
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Day 9: On Ice
On Ice Fool that I am,to take to the fields.Trotting poniesand rushing streams. Follow my heart ontosullied paths, muddiedwith slips, slidesand jeopardies. I’m antsy for warmth,long sunny days, butfool that I am, dressedby cloudless skies. Fickle January,and its perfect ice. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 9: Errors, Photo © Cecilia Mary Gunther and used with permission with grateful thanks. Poem ©Misky…
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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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Q8: What Do You Like About Your Writing
WHAT DO YOU MOST LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING That is the question.And here is my answer: The pictures. I love art.If I could,I would live in a museumwith polished light birch floorsand white matte walls,openairno doors. AndI’d placea long sofain the middle of the room.Nothing else,that’s all.Quite spartan. Yesterday, I decided that I was bored…
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Q7: The Black and White of It
A BOOK CALLED “ALL THAT SHE CARRIED” … assuming that All is Mum’s black and white photo the contourthe contrastthe curve of her noseshe always thought it too hookedtoo crookedthis black and white woman,with black and white views. I remember looking at this photo when I was a kid, and saying…
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