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Call It Time



Time it, call it: last image from the bath,
camera already checked in, 
grades...I guess they're fine,
no one stopped me to talk
before class. And Shelly's gone again;
caught her when she was 
back for a weekend
but there're no jobs here.
She's left for some campus
where the gates are high
as the bars.
Last Saturday we were at the pool
and only this smelly square
remembers.

Greetings and salutations. Inspired by the image provided by the wonderful Shay at The Sunday Muse for The Sunday Muse #160 and the beginning of summer here on the verge of the edge of the Texas Coast. The dogs are confused by why the door doesn't stay open half the day anymore and why we seem to have taken up slapping ourselves when sitting on the patio (mosquito season!) but the plants that have been lurking are beginning to bloom and I'm not unhappy about that. I'm still thinking about a writing accountability partner because I've fallen off the Nameless Project schedule again and that's about the time I start thinking "hmmm...a new notebook would be inspiring!" Help. 

Hope your week is inspiring and on track and the mosquitos lose your scent!

-- chrissa

Comments

  1. Gillena CoxMay 16, 2021 at 6:21 AM

    Nice one Chrissa

    Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my blog today

    Much💚love

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  2. FireblossomMay 16, 2021 at 6:24 AM

    You build this by increments, not to a crescendo, but to a sigh. Makes me think of my 6 years in Texas.

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  3. SunitaMay 16, 2021 at 7:14 AM

    The sense of being midway. The grueling times and the repercussions are playing hide and seek on the mind. My daughter is in the US and we in India. Your poem hits home, Chrissa.

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  4. HelenMay 16, 2021 at 7:15 AM

    This left me wanting to know more, much more ... about Shelley, the protagonist, the weekend, the pool ..................

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  5. hedgewitchMay 16, 2021 at 7:30 AM

    Ingenious narrative poem that blends stasis, inevitability and change very deftly.

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  6. Susie ClevengerMay 16, 2021 at 9:31 AM

    You progressed through so many stages of a life. I really, really feel this one. I feel that over the past few weeks I've lived a lifetime.

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  7. Carrie Van HornMay 16, 2021 at 1:41 PM

    This is a poetic photograph that is like life flashing before one's eyes. Love this Chrissa! Yes it is getting Summer like in Texas for sure. I can relate to the new notebook fancies...🤓 Wishing you a mosquito free week...but with all the rain forecasted that may too big a wish. 😭

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  8. qbitMay 16, 2021 at 1:45 PM

    "Last Saturday we were at the pool / and only this smelly square / remembers." -- that's fantastic.

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  9. purplepeninportland.comMay 16, 2021 at 5:42 PM

    Nice one, Chrissa!

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  10. ms_liliMay 17, 2021 at 11:42 AM

    A wonderful coming-of-age story. Adulthood ain't all it's cracked up to be...

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  11. indybevMay 17, 2021 at 1:32 PM

    Well, I want to hear more about where Shelly has gone! A titillating poem.

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