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 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #242.



They will dress me in the tiles that fall
If they leave me dressed at all
They will say I was place apart
Where commerce deep-fried art
 Once, they called my children rats
They sneer past my collapse
They forget themselves in me
I took and sold their stories.

Jim, your post from last week really stuck in my head and inspired a short novella about a mannequin that decided she'd prefer apotheosis to recycling...which means malls and stores are still fermenting in the back of my head. 


Merlin has been suffering from seasonal allergies this past week, which meant he was at the vet yesterday and today is snoozing off his medicine (and all the salmon treats he's been given...bacon of the sea, bacon of the sea, swimming with the fishes so deliciously!) and enjoying the cool & not rainy weather. 

Sending good & cozy wishes!

-- Chrissa 

Comments

  1. Carrie BurttJanuary 14, 2023 at 4:43 PM

    I absolutely love your poem for that painting Chrissa! The opening line is wonderful with wonderful rhythm and the closing line is brilliant! I hope that Merlin is feeling better soon. 💙Cozy vibes headed your way too my friend! I hope to read your manaquin novela!

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  2. JimJanuary 14, 2023 at 6:58 PM

    Poor Merlin, a lot of people don't think of their pets as capable of having allergies.
    Your poem, it sounds like she's a nosey and user of their troubles.
    For attorneys, they call this "Ambulance chasing."
    ..

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  3. Gillena CoxJanuary 14, 2023 at 11:05 PM

    Interesting poem Chrissa; luv that it rhymes. Hope Merlin feels better soon

    Good Sunday
    much❤love

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  4. TruedessaJanuary 15, 2023 at 7:43 AM

    That was an interesting route to take with the photo! I hope Merlin feels better soon!

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  5. qbitJanuary 15, 2023 at 11:43 AM

    "Where commerce deep-fried art" !!!!!

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  6. FireblossomJanuary 15, 2023 at 1:53 PM

    I especially love those two opening lines, Chrissa. Feel better quickly, Merlin!

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  7. AngelaJanuary 15, 2023 at 3:00 PM

    Beautiful <3

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  8. Cressida de NovaJanuary 15, 2023 at 8:20 PM

    Get better soon Merlin....very cute dog !

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  9. Susie ClevengerJanuary 16, 2023 at 3:10 PM

    Feel better soon Merlin. "They will say I was place apart Where commerce deep-fried art" Love the whole poem, but that is a wow line for me!!

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  10. purplepeninportland.comJanuary 20, 2023 at 5:18 PM

    Good wishes for Merlin. My sister has a cat that has asthma. Love you take on this art.

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