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for Wednesday’s Muse & dVerse
Reflection This mirror grows old. A mirage of flaked silver. Flecked specks of questioning looks where time shines. Some fine young woman of centuries ago looks back at herself, looks to change her past. Looks to the future. And now it’s mine. It hangs on the wall. Catches the late afternoon sun. Reflects through the…
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for dVerse Quadrille and Twiglet #125
Don’t Recall His Name But I Remember Him. Up there, sitting on the school bleachers, king of it all, lean as James Dean slipped in-between day dreams. Him, buttoned into blue jeans, tight white t-shirt, and hair slick as a snail’s streak. He didn’t see me wearing my pink poodle skirt. for dVerse…
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Draft for VV
An Old Photo Reminded Me That — Mama loved her bedtime stories, back when I was small enough to get lost in my bed. She’d tell me tales of the pottery woman who, all day, all night, turned out pottery in a pin-prick-small corner of her room. She’s in there, somewhere, behind silvered layers of…
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Day 30
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 148-151 iBook version). staring at blue sky, you forget how long a day can be. so I coloured patience gray ©️ Misky 2019
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Day 29
Truth — Fairytales are often born ugly. Source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 87-89
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Day 28
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 80-81 iBook version). The miserly moon is up there, swinging on a rope, catching the sky. We leave the windows open so stars fly in. Life is nothing that sandpaper can’t smooth. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 28 Remix…
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Day 27
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 78-80 iBook version). Right Under It All How do you clean dark secrets from life, those loose pages that scamper about like bugs. I’ll not think about it — I hide from sight, here where sunlight is real life. Cento…
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Day 26
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 70-73 iBook version). Into A Private Cloud It is a massive feeling, like dark furniture. A wooden fear. I hear whispering. A whispering world heavy as iron. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 26 “Evening” Untitled I wash up the…
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Day 25
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 78 iBook version). I stood. There, with books enough for steady knowledge. An escape into other worlds, into books old as coal or wood, or dusty graves. for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 25 “Exile” – Cento Poem: source “Flowers In…
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Day 24
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 45, 52, 74-77 iBook version) and Twiglet #123. I love thick cream and satin and unfastened buttons and old hands holding small secrets and salt blue whispers and happy eyes and a simple wander here and a wander there and the wonder…
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