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Writers Like a Tight Scene

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #221. Carrie's bringing a great end-of-summer atmosphere with movie prompts. 



Writers like a tight scene.
An angry man talking about his father-in-law
Who won't buy his wife a dog
It's the only thing she wants
At thirty, with two kids
And the guy 
Still won't
Get her 
A dog.
It's not a bullet. Just a guy
Who doesn't know why people 
Just won't do the thing.
Why the scene 
is never
tight.

We visited a local author event today and I found myself drawn to the children's books rather than the inspo fiction (and the lack of poetry). Unfortunately, I don't read Spanish well enough to take home the story of the dog and the baby turtle...this might be a goal for the next several months. It was a really cute book and my dad is the family turtle rescuer, so I just might have to invest in my non-existent language skills. Both of us enjoy a good turtle story. And turtles carry the world, do they not? 

-- Chrissa 

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  1. Gillena CoxJuly 30, 2022 at 9:36 PM

    Nice poem. And i did read somewhere a folk tale that turtles carry the world and earthquakes occur when there's a shift of tiredness

    Happy Sunday

    Much💚love

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  2. Carrie BurttJuly 31, 2022 at 5:49 AM

    I love how you correlated life with the big scene. Brilliant my friend! I love that your Dad rescued turtles! That is so cool and amazing! It is a shame there was not more poetry at the author event. I wanted to tell you that on the library database we have language learning and I have used it. You may want to check it out. I will get back with you on that. Also, I forgot to get back with you about malls in the 80s. We have much to talk about. 🌻🙂

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  3. robkistnerJuly 31, 2022 at 3:25 PM

    Aw, c’mon man, buy your lady a woofer!

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