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For One Liner Wednesday
Bounce A single blossom just now bounced on the rosebush, as if nudged by a breeze (of which there is none), or touched by the hand of someone’s memory. Mum died on this day a few years ago. For One Liner Wednesday #1linerWeds. Photo is my own. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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It’s Just Weather: Heat
It’s Just Weather: Heat We rise with the sun,before the full of heatcrowds the clouds and skims the colour from the day. This is harvest day,clear and hot, a heatusually reserved for ovens,and it leaves our bonessimmered white and limp as foam on foam.…
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After the Storm
Autumnal leaves from an English Oak tree. Click the image to view full size detail. ©Misky 2021
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for dVerse Poets: Haibun Monday
It’s Just Words Someone once said that I was a prolific. As a writer. At the time, I thought it a compliment. Years later, I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Being prolific. It’s like standing in a bucket of your own sweat. Being overcome by noise. Your own noise. So you can’t hear your…
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Twiglet #246
This week’s Twiglet is ready for your pen! A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d … Twiglet #246
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28 Sept 2021: It’s Just Weather
Blow This wind has no soulshepherd of destruction It breathes low, and leaves wounds across blossoms and breakable hummingbirds And then it turns back, and blows itself inside out. Image is from Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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25 September 2021: Green
I Next Chose Green A slip of darkness,lost to sunlight.A prick of timethat’s too greenfor lustbut not for love. Image is from Flickr Commons, no attribute. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: New Shoes
25 September: I won’t get far in these shoes. New, they are. My feet are little piggies. Pink and squealing. But I will them on, walk walk, to go on, just like the seasons. Surprising that the leaves are turning overhead. Seems too soon. Most have fallen on the autumn grass, crinkly and twisted as…
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Miscarry
Miscarry I keep baby’s tearsin my pocket, and I weep over themin sympathy. Photo by Daniele Levis Pelusi on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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24 September 2021: Observations
Small Town Saturday It’s market day andyour name is Pat andstanding beside youis your brother, Jack, well he might’ve been your brotherif your mum had married the first boyshe kissed but there is some bloodconnection somewhere under our skin, and Jack pullsa harvest landscapeof corn in a crate fromunder the trestle…
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