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Q14: A Journey of Limited Space
A JOURNEY OF LIMITED SPACE I’ll pack a bag,lock out thoseleathery tongues ofnews and politics. Packa bag full of memoriesfor a long journey into light. I’ll close my eyes and close my lips,hold the world between two fingers. Yesterday, I opened a drawerand discovered I’ve beencollecting elastic rubber bands. A box of them.And a jar…
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dVerse: Tuesday Poetics Haibun
The Table of Imaginary Dreams Until we knocked walls down, this was the dining room. Now it’s a bright corner with a heavy oak table, chairs that won’t slide easily under the table when you’re sitting on them. And there, an old milk bottle with a few flowers bending from the stem. Even in winter…
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Q13: Body Memory
BODY MEMORY I.We sat crosslegged, our fingersstrolling through the lawn,searching out four leaf clover. II.The chill from grass climbedup our legs – summer’s leanas cotton shorts and skirts. III.I turned my back to the sun,but in truth all I wanted wasto hold its long gaze on me. IV.Lemonade, sharp as the sun,fit for an old…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 12 Words
A Book Called: WE DO THIS ‘TIL WE FREE US (so we can walk with snowdrops again) Rain and sop. A walk homein a wet reddish twilight,and watched overby a corroded moon. It felt too warm for January,this passive rain that tugs meunderfoot. This lilting suckof mud, and a…
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Day 12: The Mirror and the Palette
Look how winter rearranges things. Leaves. Life. Debris. It dances deranged around trees, strips then bare, and thenknocks them down. Written for GoDogGo Café. A Book called “The Mirror and The Palette” – Constraint: The title of a book is included in the title or the body of your poem. ©Misky 2022. Shared with #amwriting #GoDOGGoCafe #GreatReadsPromptChallenge on…
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Day 12: for GoDogGo Café
A BOOK CALLED “TODAY A WOMAN WENT MAD IN THE SUPERMARKET” ….. assuming that a supermarket is a street corner on a day that was bald and brightand suddenly white, and she keepswalking, led blindfolded by the Fates. Just following her feet, step after stepinside her head, deep in a fog,…
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Miz Quickly’s Day 12: Remixing
A SWAN: UNTITLED a slap on the water,on the air, lifting,here a slap and there, wings white, snowy and down,here where their necks arch,air caressing its down. oh fingered webs,oh beating white rush, here beating, there overthe loosening ripplesof a lake’s brooding broth. Miz Quickly’s Day 11: Sort of create a link or mix between…
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Day 11: GoDogGo Café and JusJoJan
A BOOK CALLED THE SWEETNESS OF WATER assuming the water is poisoned A sardonic rat sits ona stone. Watching me.Eyes like flamesand shrieking murder.Wolfish rat, who eatsa poisoned apple,inwardly grinning at his pleasure.Foolish rat, soon sleepingdeep in rooted red poppies.Your chance for a lifecrossed into ourcosmopolitan sympathies.…
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Day 10: Miz Quickly’s Change
FILLING UP THE FLOWERS Triggers are in the air. The weather feels gypsy-restless, it makes ones head and shoulders rise above its huddledcomforts. It’s time to weed browns from the garden,plant silver skinned bulbs. Our hands hold lifeevery time spring finds us. Written for Miz Quickly Day 10: Changes. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on…
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Day 10: For Go Dog Go Café
A Book Called Today a Woman Went Mad in the Supermarket …. assuming that the woman’s name is Rita She might’ve been a Rita,or a Rhoda, but for certainher name began with an R.She wore a gold necklacewith an R around her neck.Perhaps she’s called Raisin. Raisin, truly an…
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