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It Used To Be Perfection

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #214. This week it's poetry for the heat, no longer nascent, of oncoming summer.


Every hour another warning vibrates my wrist.
I lean toward the label beside the picture.
The city is no longer metaphorically burning.
I can feel the tiles, cool in the a/c and thick walls,
through these thin sandal soles. 
I move the to next image. It's full of rust.
The label says it captures the riot of a city.
This city isn't rioting. It's a beautiful, sunny day.
A burning, sunny day. 

Greetings and salutations! This weekend begins our summer hibernation. We're cleaning up a few rooms so that the dogs & James & I can have a cool spot in the house, away from the machines and windows, to curl up when necessary. I'm binging Halloween content, as well.  

-- chrissa

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  1. Carrie BurttJune 11, 2022 at 8:32 PM

    Oh the saying a beautiful "sunny day" is loosing it's shine for me too. That heat has been brutal! I hope you craft a lovely space to cool off, read and write my friend!

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  2. Gillena CoxJune 12, 2022 at 4:12 AM

    The heat seep through from your poem. However the rains we are getting these days here in T&T🇹🇹 will cool the heat

    Happy Sunday
    Much❤love

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  3. Susie ClevengerJune 13, 2022 at 4:03 PM

    I feel the summer heat in this poem. What a creative description. Stay cool!!

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  4. Marion HortonJune 14, 2022 at 12:01 AM

    You have captured summer heat so well, Chrissa. I think I need a cool drink now!
    (I think you may have transposed a couple of words in line 6 - hope you don't mind me saying. )

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    1. C. SandlinJune 14, 2022 at 11:23 AM

      LOL, this is what I get for not reading it back, out loud. Thanks!

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  5. HelenJune 14, 2022 at 8:21 AM

    I can feel your heat, Chrissa! Well done ....

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  6. kaykualaJune 14, 2022 at 10:58 PM

    You've a perfect remedy for the impending summer heat, a cozy corner! Yes, why not, Chrissa!

    Hank

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  7. Sunra RainzJune 15, 2022 at 9:18 AM

    Really enjoyed your interpretation of this image. Though it had me in mind of the quickening of climate change with a sort of hidden feeling of doom. Great write :-)

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  8. purplepeninportland.comJune 17, 2022 at 5:19 PM

    I feel the heat!

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