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Round heels of crumpets, aromatic lavender jam. Poached eggs in a skillet, succulent portions of ham. An awakening stretch had heralded a yawn mouthed long and loud. While rain fell down in splatters from the dark pewter clouds. Dated Macintosh slicker, hoary exhausted gum boots. Tenacious steps into nature in search of family and roots. The fallacies of the wind twists hair into long plaits. Across wide fields of enchantment new journeys await.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/13/2016 12:04:00 PM
I enjoyed this summation of life - from simple every day awakening to more profound speculation. Sorry I missed this one, which is vintage Mikki. Love, Dave
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Date: 9/14/2016 2:02:00 PM
Thanks for the comment! Most are vintage, Daver. :) I can't write anything new on this computer, without fearing it will be taken. Still I continue writing and dreaming of better times. I'm fed up with those perverts. A policeman did come by a week ago...crossing my fingers.:)) Keep well, Love, Mikki
Date: 12/19/2014 12:19:00 PM
I love this. Great write! Meg
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Date: 8/28/2012 7:09:00 PM
I like this poem a lot - very vivid description of food and a nascent adventure. Please explain the title to me. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 7/21/2012 11:54:00 PM
Mikki, this is the type of poetry that helps to keep me excited about Creation; keeping me loving & respecting - 'Let the games begin!" thanks - J.A.B.
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Date: 7/16/2012 3:42:00 PM
Sounds like a grand awakening for a begining enchantment... Nice poem... Terry (by the way, I was sad when I wrote "The Harlot", I also wonder about the the thoughts, disappointed dreams, the tragedies of "harlots"... sometimes I feel our 'society' lets everybody down... I've just read the "Litttle Match Girl"... yes I suppose my 'little harlot' has some 'overlap' with the little match girl... Thanks for reflecting on my poem...)
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