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Miz Quickly’s 11 August
Home Is Where You Are, Not Where You Were Home, butno one’s here.Radio’s on, makingnoise like a paint distorted day.We were a busy array back when. All that entering andexiting through the door.Just for a while.Just for forever. Racingin and out of our own tapestry. Where are those wordswe pushed aside.It’s a madness of time,and…
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Miz Quickly’s 10th August
Take a Walk in a Woman’s Shoes My feet protest,these shoes they detest. I’d described it as having a wounded second skin, invisible damage, but getting through the day with a smile. You can pretend to be meanwith keys tight betweenyour fingers. Ready to cut…
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dVerse Quadrille #133 “Stand”
It’s Black and White She stands on the stairs,her walnut black hair’stwisted and pinned,sinew tight arms, thin,bare and white,a tattoo on the right –a red heart, and Daddy.The one on the leftshe soulfully regrets.And she standson the corner. Written for dVerse Poets “Quadrille #133” 44 words including the word “stand” (sans title). Photo by Trevin Rudy on Unsplash cc:00 no restrictions. Shared…
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Miz Quickly’s 9th August
It Comes In Colours (of no particular order) I. Downtown Brown She wears new shoes and her downtown brown coat,and she walks by the vendor with roasted nuts, andthe man sat on the pavement wrapped in a foil blanket.And she doesn’t look back. II. Green Bee The scarlet roses are a rambling wild fire over…
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Primordial
Primordial it is no smallthing, this dark spark.a troubled heart, a slippery place of spills and chills.like rain that falls faint and light.ever so slight, that shift,that slide into pride exposed. Inspired by: image @abigfatcanofworms at Out of the Cave,…
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Goldfish, Candy Floss and the Incident with the Merry-Go-Round
Goldfish, Candy Floss and the Incident with the Merry-Go-Round The stars were upset that night.Sunburn kept Dad awake, whichkept Mum awake, and if we’d hada dog, it would’ve been awake, too. But we only had a goldfish. It lived in a large bowl with a castlefor it to swim in and out of because‘A man’s…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
This Week (a haibun) Monday. I change the tablecloth on Mondays. It’s the African one this week. I watched a woman weaving it. On wooden looms. Meadow green threads. Beetroot reds. Crow black. Crisscrossed fabric. Monday used to be laundry day. Not anymore. Retirement. Lockdown. The hamper takes forever to fill nowadays. There’s just the…
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dVerse Haibun for August
Against August heat that’s pinpricked into the brick wall, and wings warmed awake and brittle in the sun, bees work within the scent of lilac and lavender as the long days slide sideways. Last scents of summerA sharp edged breath in the treesLast bluing of sky Written for dVerse Poets, Haibun Monday “August”. Main photo is mine, published on Unsplash,…
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Untitled Found Poem (draft)
Untitled Found Poem He is the sumof life’s comforts. A mealbroad as it is long except that he was turneda few times on a griddle. Text Found and Remixed from The Masses Publishing Company, Vol. 1, pg 12 “Unite in Buying as in Selling” by Eugene Wood. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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