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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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23 September: 20 Pieces of a Poem
Day 7. Change Direction or Digress from the Last Thing You Said Her back’s against driftwood, a tree trunk that the ocean scooped up during a storm, white and smoothly slick, and she’s wearing a swimsuit, eating a packed lunch of bread and cheese, pickle, and a white globe-of-an-egg, still slightly warm and peeled bald, except…
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for Twiglet #245
Going Mad Eyes.There’s something about anadult baby-face.It’s empty. A baby facein a uniform,bootstrap on a foot on the slaughterand capableof anything. He loved Red Riding Hood. Nobody knewthat he wantedto be the wolf. He wasmagnificently mercurial and mad as an ebony cat.Or sneering black marble. Written for Twiglet #245 “Let me go mad”. Image from Unsplash…
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The Imprint of Northleach Church
The Imprint of Northleach Church It seems to methe weight of years,your deedsyour tears arepressed against your back. Do they stillpress?Do you stillbend to the will of worms? By day, your shadow is yourcover, and by nightlights are lit, andyour shadow hovers. Do you hear ourlaughter,footsteps,lover’s whispersas you wait for God’s return, that promise ofa…
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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: I Smell Saltwater
I smell saltwater, and just like that, I’m 10-years old again, and we’re driving past that cranberry processing plant where berries roll and float in salty pools, the tidal waters renewed twice a day, and we’re a mile or so away from the marina where once a year Dad goes deep-sea fishing. That’s our summer…
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A Few Photos From The Cotswolds
A few photos from our trip to the Cotswolds. If you view the photos through the slide show, give them a bit of time to load. ©Misky 2021
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