Tag: Poetry
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And Suddenly It’s Monday
AND SUDDENLY IT’S MONDAY Pick a childhood memory, he says. “Beatles. Hello Goodbye” I don’t even hesitate. Late 60s are vivid in my head. It redeemed itself as timeless, I tell him, and it was playing as the turkey roasted in the oven, bread stuffing spilling out and on the verge of catching light. And…
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16.1.22 Sunday Muse
ALWAYS REMEMBER RULE #1,023 I need glasses. The ones on your nose. In front of your eyes. To see stuff, though most of it’s quite forgettable. But there’s no equivalent for forgetfulness. The proof is hypotenuse – I’ve forgotten everything about it. Well, almost. I do remember it’s nothing to do with peridot-green moss on…
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Q16: A Robin in the Lambing Shed
THE LAMBING SHED There’s a pearled songwaiting at the endof its willow reed. Up there is a robin in the raftersof the lambing shed. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 16 To include these: One verb of motion; Two adverbs; a gemstone; A tree; A type of building; An animal. Photo by Jonny Gios on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on…
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Day 16: Negative
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME There’s no rolling creditsand no music swelling.This is no Land of Oz,but still, she says, “There’s no place like home,” She wears plain black shoes,no use for ruby slippers here,not on this farm with hensthat lay grey eggs. Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 15: Negatives . Photo by Finn Mund on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with…
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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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