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For September’s VV
It Was Once Upon Such A Long Time Ago Long before the fires burnt all the forests,we hung tangerines and lumps of coalfrom Christmas trees, and in December we’d chase about the forest, and my dad,with his shiny axe in hand, chopped downan unmistakably perfect pine tree thatwas as straight as a lighthouse. And, on…
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Tin Soldiers in Their Pockets
Kids Once Carried Tin Soldiers in Their Pockets… Did you know that, he says, as he cleans his hands,his nails one at a time. He stares out the windowwhere moments before children with satchelsstrapped to their backs walked by. They’re likesmall tortoises in no hurry to return to school. Would you turn on the lights,…
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1 Sept: An Elevenie
Clouds steelgrey gliding east to westpassengers on the windclouds Poetic form: an Elevenie. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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1 Sept: 1LinerWeds
Screening Day Graceland plays on the radio as I re-read the letter: wear a skirt or trousers; don’t use spray deodorant although roll-on is okay; don’t arrive early; no childcare available … and as Graceland plays on, I think, Zoe Ball, you have the world’s best job. Written for for Linda Hill’s One Liner Wednesday #1linerWeds. Shared…
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dVerse Oral Poetry
Another Fish Story His only wish that summerwas to catch that fish.Worms on hooks.Flies on lines cast in air.Right from the start he said,I’m smarter than any fish.But it hid in tendril roots,gills breathing, nebulous greenleaves like shade from heaven.His great regret, and he had a…
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Twiglet #242
Originally posted on The Twiglets: A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected.
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31 August dVerse: Back to School
Elementary I’ve become vaguely dubious about the roller blinds in our classroom. My teacher pulls the blinds down every Wednesday at noon, just before the air raid siren blares, and I don’t see how curling into a ball under my lift-top desk with my back to the window helps me survive a nuclear bomb. And our…
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30 August: 20 Pieces of a Poem
Piece #5: The One with a Person’s Name His name? Don’t think you’d find anyone who remembers that. People just called him Ida’s Youngest. His face, yes, everyone knew his face. Ida’s Youngest. God spit that boy out on a Tuesday, mistaking him for an olive pit. That’s what the priest told Ida, and that…
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Another One Falls
Another One Falls Another one falls to soaped windows Graffiti’d boards Boys and girls schools are closed Beer cans tossed Hope, no hope, there’s shooters on the road Tricks on skateboards Tricks with pimps We’re breathing air that makes us sick for Fandango’s One Word Challenge “Falling”. I went with the word “Falls”
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A dVerse Soliloquy Stream of Consciousness
My-My-My My mum lived in a little blue houseat the top of a hill where lodgepole pinesleaned in the wind like a widow’s hump,and there was a creek, raged full when itrained, but the soil sucked it dry by July, (I’m being generous when I say “creek” –it was more like a drainage ditch), and…
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