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Asking the Sky

 Sharing today with The Sunday Muse #225.


I was asking the sky where the rest of me went

Where the lace goes when it frays

Where the net blows when it snags

Where the party evaporates

 

The sky asks me where it goes when it breaks.

Where parties form condensate

Where net is woven into rays

Where lace ravels into panes

 

I was asking the sky where the rest of me went.


I find myself at the weekend sort of feeling at sea. I'd like to hit a local author festival as I'm in need of a little push/inspiration to get through that part of the draft that sends me off looking for new, shiny ideas. However, there isn't one nearby and I'm not really sure I'm up to peopling today. It's a pickle. :)

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. SunitaAugust 27, 2022 at 10:47 AM

    What an evocative poem! Loved it, Chrissa :)

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  2. FireblossomAugust 27, 2022 at 12:46 PM

    You'll find it, as soon as you do, some other piece will have run off for a while.

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  3. Carrie Van HornAugust 27, 2022 at 12:49 PM

    These questions and poem are deep and amazing Chrissa! I love every line! Simply beautiful! I feel you on needing some inspiration and I definitely wish I was not having to do peopling today. LOL

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  4. robkistnerAugust 27, 2022 at 2:31 PM

    This is wonderful Chissa. Hope you get your answer. 🙂✌🏼

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  5. JimAugust 27, 2022 at 8:04 PM

    And the fish bite ... There aren't answers to every question, some are rhetorical.
    I did like the questions; they are right for making one think.
    ..
    p.s. Our computer cratered and our son gave me this older one. I didn't sync it with google's world and now I can comment with it. But not the smart phone, it still gets stymied by some.
    ..

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  6. Gillena CoxAugust 27, 2022 at 10:59 PM

    Luv this form Chrissa. What is it.
    Happy Sunday

    Much💖love

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  7. Marion HortonAugust 28, 2022 at 2:25 AM

    Love the questions, and the images of the deconstructed sky. Good luck with your hunt.

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  8. Keith's RamblingsAugust 28, 2022 at 7:54 AM

    Where indeed. Some questions don't have answers.

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  9. Susie ClevengerAugust 31, 2022 at 3:20 PM

    You'll find it, grab the inspiration, and then be filled with questions again. So beautifully expressed, the longing for answers

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