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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I combined the prompt with a 2 am haiku… which I am glad I got up to pen.
respiring iris…
Stay warm if your winter is still cold. 🙂
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Very atmospheric. I liked the first stanza a lot.
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TEN A-WHISTLE-BLOWS POEMS
1
An engineer in wings plows his black-silver train,
screaming down old tracks,
those spent moments on the rails.
2
The whistle sound of a passing train
is a portent of the final farewell.
It reminds us to be waiting at the station.
3
I love the flirting bursts of wordless song
from younger lips, whistling “ooh la la’s”
at passing untouchables.
4
When they sang and danced and whistled
on Vaudeville stages, joy filled the hall,
but did those tunes sail on hidden tears?
5
How patiently from my sickbed
I wait for the whistled warble
of cardinals bearing spring gifts
on their bright red wings!
6
A human canary sings The Whistle Blow.
Cells creak open; con feet shuffle in.
“Hey!” says the whistle blower, “I gotta live!”
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When Mama’s teapot whistled
or the pipes of our flat
rattled whistle songs
or when Anna learned with two fingers
to whistle home our dog,
we kids piled away memories.
8
Uncle Edsel wet his whistle
when he should have left it dry.
There’s nothing worse that sour notes
that bubble up from rye.
9
Maybe it’s Gabriel’s horn
or a distant strain of a patriotic flute.
Perhaps the labored whistle
of a wheezing distressed lung
or a fervent call for prayer.
10
I cannot whistle “Dixie,”
nor “Suwanee River” of the South.
A small voice whispers “Nixie,”
so, I’d better shut my mouth.
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#2 leaves so much to my imagination, and I like that.
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Guess what? They are all sooo good, that I have no favorites!
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sorry for the typos: POMES, whistledo, black silver. They should read POEMS, WHISTLE, AND BLACK-SILVER.
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I think I fixed them all for you. Shout if I missed any, or did it wrong.
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Hi Twigs!
http://purplepeninportland.com/2018/02/28/whistle-blowing/
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I’m admiring that first one. Really like it. Thanks for joining in again!
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Thanks, Misk! My pleasure.
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https://fredherring.wordpress.com/2018/02/28/for-twiglet-65/
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I really like “hell’s blind puppies crying.” I keep thinking about that phrase.
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“Night / is more advanced than it should be./ Where have I been all this time?” – Wow!
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https://miskmask.wordpress.com/2018/02/28/for-twiglet-65/
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Late in the night
A melancholy train whistle blows
Beckoning me to follow
@candace_kubinec
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The magic of the rails… A different time when Hobos could hop a rail car. Not sure how possible that is these days.
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