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Two In An Inkblot
Two In An Inkblot These twoBornto play oneoff the otherOne orthe other isalways in favourThey wantto lovebut they’refilled with want Written for kHartless Ink Blot, image from Rorschach’s Inkblots on Getty Images. ps: Should be 50-words. It’s not.
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For Visual Verse Anthology on Instagram
I’ve Been Thinking About Lost friends that I used to ring,to wish them a happy birthday,or maybe complain about work, or the sort of friends that youwouldn’t ring because you weren’tthat close, or maybe you would ring them once every few years,and then you’d feel all warmand kindhearted for doing it. But mostly I’m thinking…
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Day 30.1: NaPoWriMo 2021
Meeting of Two Minds Is this the road that takes you to your end,the one you’ve followed through seasons, journaled it in a personal diary, and locked it with a little brass key. Is this your ordnance survey,your uncharted map, where your influences meet. Is this where your river forks into indecision. Where is your…
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Day 30: NaPoWriMo 2021
Here in This Knocking Knocking Winter quickenedthrough gaps andcrannies in the windows.The curtains trembled against the draught, andthe knocking knockingof that oak branchagainst the house. I thought it a train whistleat first, wind-songs blastingin the distance. Icy coldhitching along the tracks. My dreams that night werestrewn with shipwrecks,and all I could do wasstand on the…
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dVerse Poets Quadrille #141
dVerse Poets Quadrille A Blast of Cold Along the beachblows a cold wind,quick as a ghostit travels the Channel,and prowls the coast.And it snows. It’s nothing, if nothungry for white.A crowning drapethat we know will go.Our sentinel snowmanmelting on the shore. Written for dVerse Poets, Quadrille #141 “Crown”. 44 words sans title. Image is Brighton beach…
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Day 29.1: NaPoWriMo 2021
Two Years Ago … when my world became the perimeter of the garden and the internal dimensions of four walls, and the outside world existed mostly on the evening news, and you and I, we dealt with trivials like waiting for falling leaves to dry before raking, most of them empaling on the metal scrapping…
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Day 29: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Day 29 Winding Prompt The Ballerina Music Box A little brass keyturned and turned, and in return,a ballerina spun to semitones ofsharps and flats, of a tune scalinga lament or elegy, and she dancedon pinpoint toes, an echoless, dyingdance as the song unwound. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 29: Winding. © Misky 2021, shared with…
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Day 28.1: NaPoWriMo 2021
Miz Quickly’s Day 28 and Twiglet #254 Here, There, and Where Is Home I was raised over there,but I’m here now. I’ve been here sinceI started making friends. Since I started thinkinghere is where I’ll be buried. Here is where my frayedends seem mended. Pull a thread. I promisenot to unravel, but I’ll need a…
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Day 28: NaPoWriMo 2021
I.I Know Why the Sky Is Blue . . . but why do I worry aboutthings beyond my control. Things that have me by the neck,and won’t let you go. Like . . . I wake up, surprised I’m notdressed as a pauper. Or I’m so poor that I burn myclothes for heat. Or one…
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Day 27.1 NaPoWriMo 2021
Remixed Daydream Here I am againdaydreaming, just like Mum always saidI did too much of … daydreaming ofwarm ruby-stainedfingers, and June fields of white blossomstucked into ripeningstrawberries, and the airis a touchablememoryof scent, solitude, and future,and I recall thinking,one day I’ll have an orchard. And I did. Written for PA Day 27 “Remix or rewrite an old…
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