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
We chose the same image. Nice response.
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Congratulations on finding something excellent to write in response to this somewhat unusual picture!
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An interesting image in a creative presentation! Good choice Chrissa!
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Beautiful.
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ReplyDeleteHow imaginative Chrissa. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh Chrissa!!!!!!! This is perfection! A world, a way of thinking and a lovely poem all in a few gorgeous lines!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, eloquent in its brevity
ReplyDeleteNice one, Chrissa!
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