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Miz Quickly’s Day 28: Colombia
She’s Dancing in Colombia Hear the rhythm, the beat,her feet are carried awayby the sway of his guitar. Her skirt is full, in a swirlof solar sails, and herviolet scent fills the air. She loves kissing secrets.She loves seducing his wit.A blossom in morning rain, and she’s still on her tiptoes,a spin on her heels,…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 27: Linking Stanzas
Blow On Through A glass of tepid water and two aspirin.There’s that old crow pickingmy skull into tiny bones.A simmering cranial gap on a steep slope. Bare trees.A footbridge pinned downin reeds and a shallow creek.You’re a kingdom of rot.Creak in my bed. Uninvited. You gave no signs, you justpicked a…
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dVerse Poets Haibun Monday
I want to believe in tenderness that’s gentle as a candle, tender as a single vine growing up a tree, the sweet tones of a sparrow’s song, but I can’t stop looking at those crows across the street, balanced like pegs on a telephone line, and clawing at the roof ridges, clinging to the bare…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 26: Fix It
Drip Off the corner of the house,from the gutter, raindrops fall. Spilling over, drippinglike clapping clockwork. Water carves rubble to dust,don’t you know. Persistence. Drip. Drip. Hypnotic. Meditate on it.Be tortured by it. It drips into ditchwater.Into a howling gorge. Drip. Drip. No cure for thirst, though itcould scrub…
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It’s Just Another Day
Monday!I’ll peel the flint grey from the sky,Walk your dog, as I’ve not one myself,Grant the garden rest from my criticism,And I’ll be kinder, if not dumber,To all your bloody-minded pointless annoyances. Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on…
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A Second One for Miz Quickly’s Day 24
Like A Torn Manuscript it’s raining like someone died.not that I’ve ever been to a funeralwhere it rained, although there was that cold one with wind blowingstraight off the frozen Søby Fjord.roses thrown on his grave, froze. that fjord was still frozen when wereturned. same church. same grave.his wife died 2-months after him. or the one…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 24: Like Rain
A Conversation with Weather-Beaten Trees tell me when it rains likegod almighty doing the flood thing again rain in moon-big-drops plummetingfrom his out-stretched hand on my potted geraniumsand the parsley and dill maybe he’ll rain in slow syllablesand narrate his catastrophes as if he were speaking tothe primitive ages. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 24: Rains…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
23 October: Once, well actually it’s happened before, winter’s early bite sunk its cold into my hands and feet. It’s Saturday, although the day doesn’t make much difference, however I suspect the weather took its turn Friday night because for most of that day I’d not turned the heating on, although I did hit the…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 22: EZ Rhyme
My Thoughts Are Bared and Lost to amber flares of bracken, therein the deep floodwatersof last night’s storm, a moment snaredon the heather heaths and meaty petrichor,crows fly the low wintered sun, andyou and I are lost in the New Forestwhere air owns the sounds of church bellsand the hued views of the River Itchen.…
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A Few Days in The New Forest
22 October: I’m back from a few days of splashing around the New Forest (gosh, what a soggy storm that was the other night!), inhaling the fresh air, relishing no crowds, and a bit of exercise. I do love these ponies, who couldn’t care what we humans, hurried and rushing about, are up to or…
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