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 Sharing for The Sunday Muse #165:



it's the bad decision
offer me a ride; let the wheels spin
it's the wrong decision
there's a blacktop where we've been

We've sent the leaves to vortices, up within our spin
Trees still lean above us, tangling shadows in the wind
There's no road that holds us, errant in our tin

it's the bad decision
made with brevity and whim
it's the wrong decision
on the blacktop where we've been

-- Chrissa 

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  1. robkistnerJune 19, 2021 at 1:00 PM

    This reads so well Chrissa — fluid and pedal to the meddle… ;)

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  2. Carrie Van HornJune 19, 2021 at 2:00 PM

    Wow I really love this poem Chrissa! A warning, a message, a song, and advice we may not have taken. An amazing response to the image my friend!!

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  3. indybevJune 19, 2021 at 2:08 PM

    Bad decisions, wrong decisions, blacktop in the past. Haven't we all? Well penned!

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  4. kaykualaJune 19, 2021 at 5:41 PM

    Thoughtful take Chrissa! An impending consequence keeps us smiling at the end. There is a tinge of humour, here!

    Here!

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  5. FireblossomJune 19, 2021 at 6:28 PM

    All roads lead to Rome, just some roads may be bumpier than others! ;-)

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyJune 19, 2021 at 7:38 PM

    I so love the repeated "on the blacktop where we've been." A very cool poem.

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  7. Gillena CoxJune 20, 2021 at 5:58 AM

    A whirligig from start to finish, a high contrast to the image prompt Nice one
    Happy Sunday

    Much💛love

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  8. hedgewitchJune 20, 2021 at 7:06 AM

    Very imaginative use of rhyme, nicely paced. I love that last (chorus-like) stanza, and the feel of an inevitability to everything. The middle stanza seems like a lament, as well as a call and response to the first and last. Skillful and evocative writing. It's the bad decisions that we can't leave behind.

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  9. HelenJune 20, 2021 at 12:31 PM

    On the road again ... with an edge. Brava, Chrissa.

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  10. .June 20, 2021 at 1:36 PM

    Love the imagery. The flow sugggests to me how easy ad decisions are, even when they are wrong. 'There's no road that holds us, errant in our tin'

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  11. CadJune 20, 2021 at 2:20 PM

    Tangled shadows in the wind - hmm. No plain sailing in such weather? :-)

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  12. ms_liliJune 20, 2021 at 6:03 PM

    Sometimes the bad decisions are the most fun, even if you end up paying, with interest, later. Been down that road a time or two.

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  13. JimJune 20, 2021 at 10:00 PM

    Yes, but the paved road is sooo boring.
    Fun read, Chrissa.
    ..

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  14. Marion HortonJune 21, 2021 at 2:11 AM

    Oh yes, all those decisions made in haste .... I enjoyed this ride.

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