Sharing with The Sunday Muse , for #193. Turn away, like the moon, listening... Listening to the planet that rumbles with a hundred million slaps. All the feet, all the rockets, all the pistons in the cars on the asphalt over the chasm where the veins run deep, blue in sunlight, black at night. Running over the chasm. Once or twice they ran to you. Once or twice they ran by. Greetings and salutations. The sky is an entertaining shade of concrete yellow as the rain promised earlier in the week makes good on its arrival. It's a disturbing bright sallow sky, the kind of sky that puts you in mind of old movies and degraded film stock and the pops and crackles incidental to the main story. Several years ago I made a resolution to journal more and last year I came across a video that suggested I actually re-read those journals, at least those of the previous year, at the beginning of each new year. Technically, I have kept the journal resolution, making daily notes in the margins of
Luv that you challenge us to ponder with your opening Line.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunda Chrissa. Thanks for dropping by my blog today
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I choose to remain in this place of beauty ..... a lovely poem, Chrissa.
ReplyDeleteTo stay or to leave - you leave us an enticing choice.
ReplyDeleteOh. Chrissa this is absolutely gorgeous!! I love the invitation to make such a lovely choice!
ReplyDeleteThe cleansing light in the Chapel calls, nicely told, Chrissa.
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Why do you think the chapel is empty? That hits the reader immediately wondering why? If only light could cleanse this world of all the madness.
ReplyDeleteThat opening question doesn't let go of the reader, even past the last line. You give the challenge and the choice with such directness, it's inescapable, and inviting at the same time. Yeah, I'll choose the chapel.
ReplyDeleteYou caught me at that first line. Love "this cell of honey and umber".
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