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Q16: A Robin in the Lambing Shed
THE LAMBING SHED There’s a pearled songwaiting at the endof its willow reed. Up there is a robin in the raftersof the lambing shed. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 16 To include these: One verb of motion; Two adverbs; a gemstone; A tree; A type of building; An animal. Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on…
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Day 16: Negative
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME There’s no rolling creditsand no music swelling.This is no Land of Oz,but still, she says, “There’s no place like home,” She wears plain black shoes,no use for ruby slippers here,not on this farm with hensthat lay grey eggs. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 15: Negatives . Photo by Finn Mund on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with…
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Day 16 A Genius Under the Table
A Book Called A Genius Under the Table ……. assuming that my kids are geniuses The children tinkeredwith a wishbone,pulling and not pulling,wishing the other to snap. There were days when I thought they might rip-up the sky, while I was busy, buried in life. Written for GoDogGo Café. A Book called “A Book Called A…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY I can’t be the only one thinking morning comes too soon, and if we can put men on the moon, why can’t we change the feel of rain. It rained all night, and now there’s a magpie legging about in the gutter by the bedroom window. Magpies haven’t a clue how…
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Day 14: The Mirror and the Palette
The Mirror and the Palette I love lilies.Mum hated them. But that’s not why I love them, although there was that contrary friction between us from time to time. I love them becausethey smell like church. Mum hated them becausethey smell like church. When Mum’s father passed away, Grandma filled the church with white lilies.…
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Day 14: #JusJoJan “Freckled”
A FRECKLED SKY OF STARS There’s a flute in the trees.Did you hear its song.It’s as short as a dream. A whispered lullaby.A cellar into sleep. Close your itchy eyeson night’s freckled stars.Dream across the sky. Written for Day 14: JusJoJan “Freckled” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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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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