.. that feeling, that ..

.reflect. & .that feeling, that.

published in The Poet by Day

my thanks to G Jamie Dedes

https://jamiededes.com/2017/06/27/explaining-a-peace-sign-to-a-toddler-responses-to-the-last-wednesday-writing-prompt/

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arrives unexpected from darkness,       some winters’ mornings,

opening  the door to the sound of    one black bran  bird calling.

track four repeated.                                                                     that

comes on waking finding peace and comfort       bound in  clean

linen.

arises with perfume,            an                            uncertain memory.

it may be chemicals, peptides in the brain as  love,             what

ever the germ or warfare

I find no word to describe, no random feather nor             dust on

my plate.                                                                            pass a finger.

that feeling of trimmed nails upon the keys                       pounding

words and                                                                                    silences.

while music plays.                                                          that feeling. that.

syrup stings my tongue.

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. reflect .

.reflect. & .that feeling, that.

published in The Poet by Day

my thanks to G Jamie Dedes

https://jamiededes.com/2017/06/27/explaining-a-peace-sign-to-a-toddler-responses-to-the-last-wednesday-writing-prompt/

sonja benskin mesher

it is an older mirror,
speckled with time.

liquid memories,

we make a place of safety
with our thoughts and habits.

our work. our souls
are in our chests.

look here, she said.
please, do not touch
the ladies bed,
with lavender and velvet pillow.

the way is barred now,
the time is past.

things have become misshapen.

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“Explaining a Peace Sign to a Toddler” …. responses to the last Wednesday Writing Prompt

.reflect. & .that feeling, that.

published in The Poet by Day

my thanks to G Jamie Dedes

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THE LAST WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT June 21: Times and places of peace leave no scars to jog our memories and stoke the fires of our hope. Remember peace or imagine it: What would a world at peace look like?

My own poem that accompanied the prompt was about re-imagining a war torn place – Syria – into peace. Some have taken the prompt and pointed it at inner peace or the personal experience of a peaceful moment, both of which would be the everyday norms of a peaceful world. S.E. Ingram writes about explaining peace to a child … and it is peace to that child when he and his brother stop hitting one another. And so it is with the world at large.

Thanks to all who came out to play.


EXPLAINING A PEACE-SIGN TO A TODDLER

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local. you ask about local? they say they never see  me,

and that  i know nothing. hear the word from others.

maybe we have a blinkered view.

 

locally there are horses below the bwlch, all gallops

and prettly.

i slow the car to watch.

 

whilst, while local is quicker, it can cost twice as much,

so we travel a bit. not such a convenient store.we wish

we worked more local. is fine this time of year, picture

it.

 

as  the snow comes and people tweet icy. roads.

care on the mountain,

anxiety peaks.

 

i live local, i am a local.

here.

 

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twitch & cringe. disgorge the news down the lavatory.

twice he told me,  bile rose, bitter green

scorching all it touched.

 

twitch & cringe

at news or lack of it. disgorge the mess in the back room.

 

there is a bolt on this door.

cringe & twitch.

 

photograph the blackened mirror. nothing will

show.

 

i dreamed he brought me rats…..

 

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.the seamstress.

sewing room, breathe the smell of the catalogue

newly printed. all is neat and tidy, radio playing

softly.

 

the land outside is cared fully, water lays on petals.

 

all have their tasks and dispositions, all have likes

and requisitions.

 

the buttons are sewn on

divinley four stitches each, exactly, any more

or less, could cause discomfort.

 

i feel.

 

then look at the lining, a flash of shock in silk.

 

some thing is simmering .

 

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#brexit

sonja benskin mesher

did you not know the house is tidy,

when you criticise the hedges?. did

you not know my garden is neater

than yours?.

now.

you came from the north adding racial

remarks.

yet act the same here

as that which you say they do.

it is such a

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it is kind of you to help,
to feed the cat.
am i the only remain
this side of the village?
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