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21.1.22 Where We Can Begin Again
There’s an updated version of this post for GoDogGo Cafe : Tuesday Writing Challenge . Photo by Karim MANJRA on Unsplash ©Misky 2022 Shared with #godoggocafe #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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19.01.22 We Call It Home
We Call It Home This place,this English coastwhere cliffs jut out bonesand prehistoric coloursoversleep in silt, and wherestorm-carved boulders mimicheroes’ heads,and alternate worldslive beneath the sheenof sea, here in this place wherewind cycles into ditchand fells, andstars top the sky likespilt milk. This place is home. Inspired by Linda Hill’s Prompt 18 January #JusJoJan “cycle” Photo by Ana Paula…
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18.1.22 dVerse Thesaurus Day
Tsunami The pebbles rolland wheel,and blabber in its foreign tongue. It’s a weedy pitched language,an unfamiliar voice ofwaves pullingat the beach’s happy aspect.And then it cackleswith laughter. Foam dribbles off sleeves of kelp,unhingedfrom the pier,a wave draws back breathand swells again. And then it gurgles death’s rattle,fighting an ebb retreat,and seethes. Written for dVerse #ThesaurusDay using the…
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Day 18: He and I and Buttons
He & I – a World Covered in Buttons We take a brisk walk in the forest.Pine air.Mud singsin the rubber soles of our shoes. A euphoric dog slips in and outof rust-dried bracken, its tailcycling the air for balance. Cold haunts the shadows here.it’s sodden and bare, one expectsit in January after sliding rain.…
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And Suddenly It’s Monday
AND SUDDENLY IT’S MONDAY Pick a childhood memory, he says. “Beatles. Hello Goodbye” I don’t even hesitate. Late 60s are vivid in my head. It redeemed itself as timeless, I tell him, and it was playing as the turkey roasted in the oven, bread stuffing spilling out and on the verge of catching light. And…
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16.1.22 Sunday Muse
ALWAYS REMEMBER RULE #1,023 I need glasses. The ones on your nose. In front of your eyes. To see stuff, though most of it’s quite forgettable. But there’s no equivalent for forgetfulness. The proof is hypotenuse – I’ve forgotten everything about it. Well, almost. I do remember it’s nothing to do with peridot-green moss on…
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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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