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Drive/Dream

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #241.


I only daydream when you're driving
I am the flood of memory
When the guilt gets rocked to sleep
I pop the bubbling thought
Jarred from the dark, familiar street

Waiting impatiently on the seeds that will begin to repair a backyard scoured by a hard freeze without frost. Hoping that the Mouse Melon Tower will produce many melons (good with avocado) and that we'll have cucumber salad throughout the summer. We're also going to try for moonflowers and tiny white pumpkins on the skeleton of an old patio umbrella (which would be really cool but the moonflowers didn't come up last year and squash are always trouble here so...) and yet more squash around the plant stand. 

Hope you're having a great start to the new year!

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. Carrie Van HornJanuary 7, 2023 at 12:06 PM

    The flood of memory hits when you are either settled to rest or faced with the familiar things. I love this Chrissa, such soft and beautiful lines. Yes, that freeze really did a number on our yard too. Happy New Year my friend!

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  2. JimJanuary 7, 2023 at 2:37 PM

    The memories we have are mostly of good times or the bad. Humdrums don't count.
    When my passenger daydreams she tries to get me involved, tries to talk into the
    ear she has worn out. We had your freeze, I'm glad we didn't replant then or it would
    all be ruined now. Freezes are kind of like having the COVID, repercussions linger.
    ..

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  3. FireblossomJanuary 8, 2023 at 5:17 AM

    Happy New Year, Chrissa! I like your evocative short poem. Best wishes for a beautiful garden comingupo later!

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 8, 2023 at 11:29 AM

    I love "I only daydream when you're driving". And the garden talk revives my old gardener spirit, though these days my "garden" is only potted plants.

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  5. TruedessaJanuary 8, 2023 at 3:32 PM

    Happy New Year! Sometimes, I wish the flood of memories would have better timing.

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  6. Gillena CoxJanuary 8, 2023 at 5:09 PM

    "I pop the bubbling thought"
    Luv this expression.
    Best Wishes for 2023.

    Much❤love

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  7. Susie ClevengerJanuary 10, 2023 at 2:45 PM

    Love this, I too daydream while my husband drives...so many things can travel the mind while the highway hums. Beautiful poem

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