Category: Poetry
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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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For Twiglets 251
Somethings Are … better boxed away from intruder’s eyes,like strange loneliness that only I can seein those old B&W photographs, a secluded house – lost the house key, twice.Me, such a small pale object againsta dark background of pine. I fell out of that swing tied to a branch,rope broke, and my arm, my fingers…
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Day 3: NaPoWriMo 2021
As If It’s … Renewal. That’s what energises me. Like spring strutting unopposed. Nothing timid about it. All high-wattage swagger. Put on your Ray-Bans. Take to the road, be a low-rider. There’s a whiff of accidental about life. An unintended glance…
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