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4 October 2021: The Man on the Bus
Lost in His Own Desert I travelat the front of the bus,just for the view,and my eyeis caught by a manwho seems lostin his own emptydesert. He looksat his hands, and stares.He’s in a place that’snot the same as me,and he picksat his beard and then at his ears,and speaks loudlyinto the seatnext to him.And I wonder,…
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For Miz Quickly’s Day 3: Abstraction
Composition Number 1 This is running. Flying rain in yourface, and an unfamiliar bird singingto falling leaves, and the rain feelsthe arch of your neck. A drink allalong your spine. But this isn’t me. Composition Number 2 This is a thumb with a nail smoothas a rumour. It knocks on doors,that occasionally aren’t answered.It bleeds.…
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For Poetic Bloomings Edward Hopper Prompt
A Voyeur’s Glimpse of a Room in New York She rests her finger on a key. G Flat. Admires the Red No. 1 on her nails,and then presses the key. Softly.A single note shivers across the room. She pauses as if some great thoughtpasses her mind, but there isn’t one.And it didn’t. Her thoughts are…
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October’s VV Image Prompt
A Spare Key I am eight. I’m very grown up.I have my own front door key.Happy birthday, my mum said. Keys are power. Keys hangingheavy on chains, swinginglong from my father’s belt.Keys worn like puzzles, jewellery,like a thinly bared brass finger. No more scratching aroundlike a dog pawing a lost bone,or searching dark secret spotsunder…
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For Miz Quickly’s Day Two: All About Heat
Miz Quickly’s Day Two: All About Heat I.I Remember Rain That Felt Like Silk I’ll be an old nag, obdurate, andstill sucking on a Werther’s Originalby the time temperatures soar likewhat Attenborough’s always saying, and I reckon the wind will bloweight-beats to a measure with yourhair-blowing cyclonic in your face,with brown-burnt grass torched off the…
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You’ll Always Heal
You’ll Always Heal It was shortly after I broke my bedroom window with a cricket ball, which by the way wasn’t my fault, my little sister threw like a girl and I swung a bat like a boy, and it wasn’t my fault that she didn’t catch the ball when I threw it back a…
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For Miz Quickly Day 1
Five Pieces for Day One I. Sinking Ships That summer the lake was deep, dark and bottomless.I hadn’t learned to swim yet. I remember thinking,So this is what a sinking ship feels like as it goes down.Dad backed the boat right off the ramp that summer. II. Van Gogh GoldMum bought herself a new wedding…
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Experiment: Tick Tick Tock Of A Clock
My Heart Goes Tick Tock Thereisaclockinmyroomwhosetocktickswiththebeatofmyheart. Each word is one syllable, mimicking the tick of a clock. I tried to upload an audio file of my own grandfather clock, but WordPress wants me to pay for that privilege. No thank you, not today. ©Misky 2021 The clock above is not mine, unfortunately – it’s…
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Miz Quickly is Prompting
Miz Quickly is restarting her month of inspiration on 1 October. To follow along, hop over to her blog, and follow along. See you over at Miz Quickly’s!
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for Twiglet #246
Morning It’s morning sunlight through windows,walls dazzle, andI stop in this universe of light.It warms the air, my face.It holds my shadowin its stride. And right now,there is only me.No one else.No tears, ills, or poverty. Just me in this momentof forever light. For Twiglet 246: the sun sits pretty. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky…
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