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A Gogyohka: In Dreams

Misky — Sun, 27 Jun 2021 11:32:23 +0000

It's Still Life

Big Eddy Mist by Greg B (cc:00) on Flickr Common

A Gogyohka: In Dreams

My father, who passed
many years ago,
suddenly appeared
in my dream
last night.

Pale hair.
Certainly more of it
than I remember
him
ever having.

His back to me.
He was fishing.
A mirror-still river,
swollen to near
overflowing.

But it was
only as deep as
my father’s ankles.
His legs like pillars
splitting the water.

Perhaps things aren’t
as deep as we think.
and I wonder:
Do I appear in
other people’s dreams?

Poetic form: a Gogyohka. Image is from Flickr Maine River Guide: Big Eddy Mist by Greg B (cc:00). Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021

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10 May 2021: A Meander

Misky — Mon, 10 May 2021 10:13:05 +0000

There’s a new sun rising. Footpaths and crossroads. My walking shoes have laces that won’t stay tied. A constant seeping toward undone and tripping. I nod to a man who just walked by – his head round and bald as a sweet onion. He turns right at the footbridge. I continue on. Being lost is not without direction. Or merit. Keeps one from a sedentary life. A river used to flow under that footbridge. It stopped last summer. Never flowed again, relieved of its burden to meander without direction. I just caught a glimpse of the onion again. I must say, I’m very fond of onions.

green speeds through the oaks
thunder and grey open sky
I’m in a bird’s song

✔️ for Twiglet #219

Misky — Wed, 24 Mar 2021 12:50:26 +0000

Photo by Alexandra Vozvyshaeva on Unsplash

My eyes
wouldn’t close.
I looked out the window,
a million miles into the sky.
And it was April.