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Colonized

 Sharing today with The Sunday Muse #213.


All alien worlds quake during colonization
Eruptions are normal
There is plenty of liquid under the surface
And every new seed itches.
Only the lucky allergens...astronauts...find
Solid ground and grow.

Apparently, part of the new normal around here is microwaving dog food. And using draft ideas as themes for creative endeavor...just not finishing the drafts. Also, growing Wookie corn in the backyard, stalking the backyard lizards, and feeling guilty every time I leave the house. Some of this should have resulted in poetry...instead...allergies. 

-- Chrissa

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  1. Carrie BurttJune 5, 2022 at 7:35 AM

    Such a cool and unique take on the image my friend. It could lead into a wonderful novel! I want to also know more about wookie corn. 🙂

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  2. HelenJune 5, 2022 at 10:07 AM

    An element of my area's 'new normal' are wells running dry. Under the surface is disappearing. Well done, Ms. Chrissa.

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  3. Gillena CoxJune 5, 2022 at 10:54 AM

    Luv the scifi mood and touch of humour. Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my blog today, Chrissa.

    Much💛love

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  4. hedgewitchJune 5, 2022 at 12:23 PM

    These last few years seem to have produced all kinds of alien worlds, inner and outer. I am sort of afraid of what may colonize them. I love a good short poem like this.

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  5. qbitJune 5, 2022 at 7:08 PM

    Oooh! That's very cool, and nicely limnal.

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  6. Marion HortonJune 7, 2022 at 1:10 AM

    Sci fi meets allergies - intriguing write, Chrissa.

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