Twiglet #61

A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays.

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43 thoughts on “Twiglet #61

      1. The last time I listened to info it was a few days away. But yes, you are correct – The Moon shin dig is tomorrow I hope I get to see some of it. I was watching a golf tournament and they had a split screen of the sunset and moon in California. Very pretty even a few days ago.

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  1. FIVE TURNING-GREEN POEMS

    1
    She never had a jealous bone
    in her body, but her face lit up green
    when her man ogled passing beauty.

    2
    Once as a kid I recited a chant
    over a handful of Lincoln pennies
    but none of them turned
    into green Lincolns.

    3
    He was saving his lunch
    for another day, then unwrapped
    the moldy green sandwich he threw away.

    4
    I read in Ripley’s that one spring day
    green snow fell in Japan and every flake
    I imagined was a seed of the bonsai tree.

    5
    We need to take the time
    to take in the green stem,
    breathe mowed lawns,
    hold less tightly the wads
    of cash that never last.

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  2. Green is the color that crawls
    Green digs and scrapes
    Green reeks of green and
    Green isn’t for you or me
    Green is knee high to a grasshopper
    That is greener than green
    Green is the color that stumbles from
    leaves drunk on sunlight
    Green is the color of night
    during the day
    Green is always grassier
    on the other side of the fence
    Green was the color of chartreuse
    before chartreuse was even a thing
    Green waits for no man
    Green is the color of my true love’s lies
    Green is the password the women knew
    Green are the woeful hills
    Green is the sound of your fingernails
    scraping the earth
    Green is how you lost your way
    in the woods
    Green on the way in
    Green on the way out

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    1. I was going to quote the first stanza as fantastic, but you just slayed me with the close. “The sea’s gone all apple on us, forbidden and sweet”. Damn.

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