Category: Twiglets
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For Twiglet #228 and Visual Verse Anthology
A Deranged Silence I.Missing What siren’s mad songdrew this sailor’s eye from the horizon into the cold depths of water. II.The Stubble and Sweat Some days are blessed, and some days are chaos.Some days you’re rubbed upthe wrong way by stubble and sweat.Some days are tattooed on you,you’ll pay the piper…
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B.1.617.2
B.1.617.2 Two jabs, and you thought freedom. Taken in by a different light.Beguiled by scenery and treesand lavender fog overspring green grass. It’s your face you seein the mirror, in high streetwindowpanes, gleaming,filled with sun. Oh, our fatal indifference.Because…
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Twiglet #225
Off the Wall with a White China Mug Last spring, sitting on the patio,sun bouncing off the brick wall.Milky coffee in a white china mug. There was smoke in the wind.Bonfire, you said, but it was the pub burning down. for Twiglet #225 “white china” Photo by Ben Kolde on Unsplash Shared with @Experimentsinfc…
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for Twiglet #224
The Turn Back in those dayswhen darknessfilled my headlike an anchor, and memoriesclung in stripslike demons’ hair,back in those days when calendarsand clocks mattered,I never noticedthe moon’s rising head, turn and smile at me. for for Twiglets #224 “Rising Moon” and shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
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for Twiglets #224
Untitled This house. It’s still. Quiet here. Sleep fills heads withthe best parts of dreams. It makes up for the lackof rainbows at night. Moonlit rainbows – would that be sucha sacrifice for the sun? for Twiglets #224 “Rising Moon” – image is from Stratford-Upon-Avon, poem shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
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For Twiglet #216
The Strong Arm Water He’s the strong arm of water.A river at night. We move around the fringe of fewand plenty words. Breathe hard as frozen rainthat sticks to skin. And we drain the river. written for Twiglet #216 and dVerse “Edges and Fringes” Image from Flickr, Creative Commons © Misky 2021
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For Twiglet #211
“Airless and unloved, in the dank basementof the mind” L. Igloria ~ A Reparation If a Puddle Was a Day of the Week, It Would be a Tuesday It’s Tuesday.It’s raining. I took my coffeeback to bed. My grandmother made coffee from rainwater.Dad refused to drink it. Feared he’d swallowa mouthful of amoebae and a…
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for Twiglet #209
The Screen Door Slammed Behind Him He left the neatly mown rural grass,and the whispers outside along withthe crows calling from their nests. Then he turned left into the kitchen,and threw his coat over the doorknob. There used to be a peg to hang coatsbehind the door, but it fell out, in muchthe same way…
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Twiglets #207
You Can Always Trust a Monkey Oh, yes, I peel bananaslike a monkey, and And I love soft ice creammoulded like Plasticine. And I itch, I scratch,I hoot and scowl, I am a monkey,an emotional ape. And I hate the cold,and growing old. I’m grey and silver, beholdthis pale old drape. I tumble. I stumble…
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Twiglet #201 and dVerse Quadrille
When I Was 10 Summer’s the shortest season.Flew by. I flew by. Out the door. Mum shouting, “Don’t slam the screen door!” I’d chase distance. Up hills.A curse on my long bones. I’d walk the old silver mine’s rusted tracks,and my freedom knew happiness. dVerse Quadrille “Happiness” and Twiglet #201 “Weedy Rail Tracks” © Misky…
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