Category: PA
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Day 9: NaPoWriMo 2021
I Want the Measure of Things From head to foot mybed is nearly 12 bananas.From here to the fridgeit’s at least 20 pineapples. I’m not sure what I can measure with milk. Or gravy. I’d teach kids to count –1 banana, 2 bananas,3 bananas, kiss yourNana 4 times more,5 figs, 6 figs, no onegives a…
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Day 8: NaPoWriMo 2021
The Last Rose of Summer It’s the last rose of summer.A rosewave.Its petals free-falling across the table.Final daysare always so fragile .If I’d not cut it from its limb,and lovingly possessed it,would it have lasted longer?A day perhaps, or two. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 8 Alliteration Consonance Assonance, and PA’s Day 7 “health” and Day 8 Blank of…
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Day 7: NaPoWriMo 2021
The Anatomy of Scent Eau de Evening in Paris.That was the perfumemy mother’d wear.Her best dress perfume. I can’t recall its scentbut it’s lingering in mewith nursery rhymesand bedtime stories. Can a scent turn and turnback childhood’s pages? Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 7 “scents” and PA’s “health” ©Misky 2021 Shared with #apoemaday on Twitter
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Day 6: NaPoWriMo 2021
Crossing the Mississippi I’ve never been to Missouri,nor seen the Mississippi River. Fog swamping the carparks,mist hanging light and low. Shadows bend in a gnomish squat.Light goes missing in a fog like that. A friend texts me a photo of thatriver every time she crosses it.It’s not the same. It’s like lickinga…
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Day 5: NaPoWriMo 2021
The View I was in a black ooze mood the dayI painted that colour in this room.Last year’s peril turned the wallsa sooty colour of cognac and coffee.It casts a mood that obscuresviews of my neighbour’s rose garden. Never mind yellow rose innuendoes,everyone’s always home over there,and ignore the purple periwinklethat scampers wild like lost…
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Day 2: NaPoWriMo
The Radio Was Always Playing I recall the kitchen was always warm. The radio was always playing. Condensation on the windows. Net curtains. Yellowed. Frilly tie-backs. Ruffled aprons with long ties. Politics in the living room. Stinging scents — cigars, whiskey. Cheers, they’d say. The children, They were told to go play. So they did.
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Day 1: NaPoWriMo
PS: I Miss You I wrote about the sidewalk cafés, and faces squinting behind cameras, museums, the cognac, et cetera, how a foreign language can hijack ones thoughts, about the hand that I caught in my pocket, but I forgot to tell you that there’s a strange absence without your hand in mine.
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Day 4.1 NaPoWriMo
Pool Party Everyone with a throat is gulping drinks and doing all that tedious mingling. It’s easy for some. Another day of Eve with her pet snake. A man with Lennon glasses throws another log on the fire as a woman strips by the pool for a dip. Even the foulest water puts out a…
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Day 4: NaPoWriMo 2021
Catnap Party Its brain is in a clutter of party noise and bluster Catnip, milk and cream Spin yarns of yawning dreams
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Day 3.1: NaPoWriMo
As If To live under the same roof as an attack of the nerves is to take supper with superlatives. The company was dreadful — all that science cannot solve.
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