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Sunday Muse #159

 Sunday Muse #159 (come join the fun!): The Birds Know



When the bars fell and the trees cracked our shell, 
a fable returned to our streets.

Even the zoo knows the birds travel true
by the light of the city's defeat.

Dragonflies will weave us diamond lies
while the cicadas shatter the chorus

Wait for the parliament at the lake where we sat,
plastic swans sinking beneath

Perch where the water distorts the clear air,
wish on rainbows where fountains are bare

Dragonflies will speak our liar's high
while the cicadas rattle the forest

The ducks and the geese, mockingbirds swallows--
 and we--
might prove the moral is fair. 

Okay, I couldn't not create a tiny zine for this poem...because I'm still on that kick. :) 


Hope everyone is having a productive week, a pleasant week, or a peaceful week (all of the above?)! 

-- chrissa

Comments

  1. HelenMay 8, 2021 at 3:51 PM

    Breathless as I reached the end ~~~ not wanting this to end. Ever.

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  2. Carrie Van HornMay 8, 2021 at 4:27 PM

    I am certain the birds travel true! This is a magical and gorgeous poem Chrissa! I love that you made a zine too!!! Wishing you an all of the above week as well. 🌻😊

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyMay 8, 2021 at 6:08 PM

    Beautiful, Chrissa. I loved the dragonflies, and all of the birds.

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  4. ms_liliMay 8, 2021 at 6:47 PM

    Whimsical spin on the image. Feels like a familiar place.... perhaps in a dream...

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  5. JimMay 8, 2021 at 9:15 PM

    Sooo glad that "and the trees cracked our shell" came about. With all the rich insects you "all" should be happy forever.
    Are you publishing a zine?
    ..

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  6. SunitaMay 8, 2021 at 10:31 PM

    This is beautiful! You had added life to the image, Chrissa. :)

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  7. Gillena CoxMay 9, 2021 at 6:35 AM

    "a fable returned to our streets."
    Wow!!! Your poems are always chock.full of poetry

    Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Much🌷love

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  8. TruedessaMay 9, 2021 at 7:06 AM

    A magical take - and the birds do travel true...they always have

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  9. Laura BloomsburyMay 9, 2021 at 7:51 AM

    oh that second verse is gorgeous

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  10. JinksyMay 9, 2021 at 9:49 AM

    I'm all for fables... ♥

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  11. kaykualaMay 9, 2021 at 5:12 PM

    Beautiful shot Chrissa! Love your fantastic word-play!

    Hank

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  12. Doctor FTSEMay 10, 2021 at 1:20 AM

    A feast of lovely ideas here. Thank you.

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  13. purplepeninportland.comMay 10, 2021 at 6:05 PM

    Great imagery in this lovely poem, Chrissa!

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