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
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!
ReplyDeleteThe memories we have are mostly of good times or the bad. Humdrums don't count.
ReplyDeleteWhen 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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Happy New Year, Chrissa! I like your evocative short poem. Best wishes for a beautiful garden comingupo later!
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year! Sometimes, I wish the flood of memories would have better timing.
ReplyDelete"I pop the bubbling thought"
ReplyDeleteLuv this expression.
Best Wishes for 2023.
Much❤love
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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