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The New Suzuki Method

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #128.  


Let me swing through the small sins
The ones that come with sugar 
or gumballs
All the fat-fingered chords pooling
In the back of the throat,
Rising inedible
All the small sins that lit the lanterns
The ones that signalled 
for the demons
Invisible freight trains shuddering
By this keyboard mouth
Slippery decibels
We're rising stave by black-eyed trill
Keeping our hands tight
or stiffer still
Let me swing through the small sins
Before a lid breaks the kiss
Sharply indelible

So today contained a slight error in judgement. We ended up on a long-ish walk to a coffee shop in the middle of another day full of heat advisories because I don't navigate well based on Google maps. Also, if you ask me over and over again if I remember a place, I will absolutely say yes...because I remember the name, what it looked like indoors, etc...not because I have a strong feeling for where it's located. Do NOT ask me to navigate. Which leads to poetry while sunburned and trying not to wake the rest of house, who are conked out from the walk and the drive. 

After all the negative news recently--that cat? C'est moi. I may be slightly redder. 

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. robkistnerJuly 9, 2022 at 4:27 PM

    Fascinating interpretation of this visual prompt Chrissa. A most engaging read.

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  2. Carrie BurttJuly 9, 2022 at 4:35 PM

    Those invisible freight trains shuddering really struck me! Some magnificent imagery that swirls in your thoughts and then lingers. I love this Chrissa and I am glad you survived your coffee/hot summer adventure!

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyJuly 9, 2022 at 5:54 PM

    I love "let me swing through the small sins" so much! I have the same problem with locations and have been known to misplace my car in a parking lot. More than once.

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  4. SunitaJuly 10, 2022 at 8:55 AM

    Aww! You have weaved a magic with the meow image :)

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  5. Gillena CoxJuly 10, 2022 at 9:52 AM

    Impressive!!! Chrissa.

    Have a good Sunday

    Much💚love

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  6. Keith's RamblingsJuly 11, 2022 at 3:10 AM

    I like where the picture took you, nice one!

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