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The Spectacle

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 194 -- almost 200!!! Yea!!!


If I took off the years or the books, 
the drought at the root of the skin;
If I took off the film of sunscreen
or the earrings by their hooks--
Could we dive into the rain?

Short poem this week--I had my booster shot a few days ago and, pretty much unlike everyone else I know, it has made it difficult for me to sleep. I'm sort of living on coffee and irritation. It's great. :) Whenever I wake up, Arthur makes sure to get back on the bed and curl up next to me, as if reminding me I should be sleeping. I know, fuzzbutt, I know. 

What's your damage, Lurlene?


--chrissa

Comments

  1. I love the layers this holds and the questions that make us think in a deeper way. Yes short but stunning! I hope the affects of the booster subside my friend and you can get a much deserved restful sleep next to your fur buddy!

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  2. every line a winner in this existential questioning - loved this poem

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  3. I like the concept of being able to make things just right. It doesn't hurt to dream and often makes things so bright.

    Hope you get some sound sleep soon.

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  4. I have to ask if the coffee is helping the sleep?!:) Sorry you're having a difficult time. I still have my booster to get. Hope I have better luck.

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  5. I envy you that furry companion and wish I had one!

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  6. I like where the prompt has taken you. A kind of uncertainty exists through out which is life. Beautiful.

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  7. Got my booster a week on the 6th. I didnt feel the first 2 but felt this one going in.
    Yeah and some restlessness as well

    Stay Safe
    Thanks for dropping by my blog today

    Much love...

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  8. 'Could we dive into the rain?'

    B.t.w. we all here have difficulty sleeping at the moment. I asked one of my daughters yesterday evening if it might be due to the vaccination... if she would ask her friends about how they sleep.

    .

    https://soulfluff.wordpress.com/

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  9. Yep we can dive into the rain.Having my booster tomorrow.
    PS
    I love Arthur

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  10. Diving into sleep or rain, many things seem to collude to make it more difficult than it should be. My booster left me exhausted, but a few days later I was up all night. I especially love this line, too, "the drought at the root of the skin..."

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  11. it has made it difficult for me to sleep

    The booster shots seemed to have affected many in different ways. It can be so disorientating and frustrating. It is still not that bad unlike some down with high fever. Stay safe Chrissa!

    Hank

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