Papa Says…

Twiglets #299

I don’t know
I wish I did
he died young
I can’t recall
the things he said
I try to imagine
the I love you
I’m proud, too
you’re daddy’s girl
pretty through and through
I think I’ve been
listening for daddy’s
words all my life

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A Hill in Rainbow Hollow

twiglets A twiglet’s aim is to “prompt” a thought. a bare hill

On a bare hillock
wild daffodils bloom in spring
the cabin long gone.

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Shadows of the Soul

Twiglets “A Bright Shadow”

Poetry is a solid thing
that casts a long shadow
and out of umbra, the darkest part,
escapes the light of understanding.

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Snapped

Twiglets #296 Unlit

The maple in the front yard
stands tall and formally serious
presiding over a well-kept lawn
but autumn has been teasing,
tickling, tempting her decorum
and something that was unlit
suddenly flipped a switch
now she’s dressing herself
in frivolous, gaudy colors
a brazen, beauty of a wench
and sheds her glory in an
unsubtle strip-tease dance.

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Quinzaine

mindlovemiserysmenagerie Welcome to the Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip

Hummingbirds are flying south.
Does the sky notice?
Is she sad?

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Love is Always Messy

Poets and Storytellers – Toxic Love – Posted by Magaly Guerrero

She never needed me before
wrapped up in her life and loves
I learned to look elsewhere
for support, acceptance, worth,
not realizing it must come from inside
I learned it late, but not too late
though now she has no one
and has grown old
mom needs me.
Duty and love and guilt
entwined
in a messy plait.

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Humpty Dumpty

The Twiglet #295 Soft as Eggs

Eggs are fragile
enclosed in a hard shell
which itself is easily cracked
and such a good metaphor
for a heart that can be broken
for what can’t be put together again
for the universe and life and death…
and why does it always come around
to death?

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Ten Dollars and Some Change

“Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it whether it exists or not, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedy.” ― Ernest Benn

Twiglets #294 A Dark Wall

There are storm clouds on the horizon,
a tall dark wall of spite and venom.
Rumbling, grumbling, colic of pressure,
squeezing and griping, growing to a wail.
Can you feel it? Can you hear it?

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Lesson on Love

PoetsandStorytellers Posted by Rommy 

Recycling an older piece.



You say you’ll love me unconditionally?
I already have a dog.
That you’ll wrap your love around me?
Fleece blanket.
That you’ll give me the sun and moon?
Where would I store them?
That you can’t live without me?
You have till now and will.

Your face falls, smile fails, a tear gleams in your eye,
I’ve hurt you – I’m sorry, but it just isn’t wise… for me.
I watch you walking slump-shouldered to the car
a pretty girl passes and smiles
your head whips round and you say, “Helllooo there”…
Class dismissed.

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Hollowed

Photo by Marco Bianchetti on Unsplash

Mindlovesmisery Use the above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.

“The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.” – Jim Roh

It would be so easy
to move the center
of balance forward
and succumb
to the tumble
on this dipstick
measure of depression
and yet I’m
too tired
to make that
simple move.

I waver like
ocean waves
building and falling
wind and gravity
opposing forces
I try to measure
the distance
between full
and empty
I’m neither
and both.

Note: I’m not depressed but I know what it feels like.

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