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Stream of Consciousness Saturday
STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS SATURDAY I can’t be the only one thinking morning comes too soon, and if we can put men on the moon, why can’t we change the feel of rain. It rained all night, and now there’s a magpie legging about in the gutter by the bedroom window. Magpies haven’t a clue how…
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Day 14: The Mirror and the Palette
The Mirror and the Palette I love lilies.Mum hated them. But that’s not why I love them, although there was that contrary friction between us from time to time. I love them becausethey smell like church. Mum hated them becausethey smell like church. When Mum’s father passed away, Grandma filled the church with white lilies.…
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Day 14: #JusJoJan “Freckled”
A FRECKLED SKY OF STARS There’s a flute in the trees.Did you hear its song.It’s as short as a dream. A whispered lullaby.A cellar into sleep. Close your itchy eyeson night’s freckled stars.Dream across the sky. Written for Day 14: JusJoJan “Freckled” ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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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…
