Category: Poetry
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For Sunday Whirl #381
Two Left Feet and a Piano Prize I’m the one who stood a few steps away from the others, who’d shrug when picked last. I was used to it. It was like an unfamiliar word when my name was called. It’s not a crime to be picked last, but here’s a memo — it’s not…
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Quadrille #70 – Untitled
Quadrille #70 – Untitled Memories from My Aunt’s Kitchen I recall laughter in the kitchen. 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 said. We children, we were told to go away. And we did. …
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Nudge #18
A Poem Starting with a Line by Lee Herrick This one happens in the morning as a nearby crow wakes me. Chips of memory keep rising to the surface, as if there’s some small bit in me, you know, like an overly excited egg timer proclaiming This Is The End, like Jim Morrison sang. You…
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Nudge #16
This Is Mr H Ellis His head. Fedora, middle creased, ribbon band, wide brim as level as a plate. Although it shades the eyes, nothing hides from what he sees. What he thinks. Wears. White shirt, collar stiff, buttoned up. Keeps ones chin erect, chin up, pal, no looking down at your shoes. Although looking…
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Twiglet #102
Winter Quiet We build our little fires to warm the winter, strange captives to the unmoving sun. It settles thin and permanent as a stain. We didn’t know these days were a soft psalm. Twiglet #102 “We Didn’t Know”
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Nudge #14
Toujours Toujours this body is of a long time, it’s forgotten my ups. my downs. I sing from sleep, and eye an oyster moon, trifle with clouds that follow the sky on padded paws. a freedom I never forget. toujours. toujours. Remixed from the Song of Mehitabel (changed feet to paws) Nudge #14…
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Nudge #13
Milk, No Sugar, Thank You I manage from one cup of tea to the next – white, no sugar, thank you, but for me it’s too late to accidentally unintentionally learn to knit or crochet or take up macramé or any other of those eh or may words. Nudge #13
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Nudge #12
Burning Up and Up I recall blue smoke rising like a genie from my cigarette. Catching the tide of air, lazing on an invisible byway. Curling down the hallway, up the stairs, up and up, and burning my future into a barren dessert. Two prompts combined. Nudge #12 Choose a myth, a fable,…
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Nudge #11
Locked Out Not here. Not there. Not where I thought they should be. Keys. Oh, keys. Oh please. On bended knees. Where the hell are you. https://imprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/11/november-nudge-11/
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Nudge #10 & #11
A View From a Chair A view from his chair, distant mountains of driftwood hue. Well-wishing cards on the dressing table, and a white-bone pipe, well used and still warm. A flower. Red. In a vase. The air scented gay as a carousel horse. A note on his pillow reads stone-tile-cold. Miz Quickly’s…
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