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
What an evocative poem! Loved it, Chrissa :)
ReplyDeleteYou'll find it, as soon as you do, some other piece will have run off for a while.
ReplyDeleteThese 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
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful Chissa. Hope you get your answer. 🙂✌🏼
ReplyDeleteAnd the fish bite ... There aren't answers to every question, some are rhetorical.
ReplyDeleteI did like the questions; they are right for making one think.
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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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Luv this form Chrissa. What is it.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💖love
Love the questions, and the images of the deconstructed sky. Good luck with your hunt.
ReplyDeleteWhere indeed. Some questions don't have answers.
ReplyDeleteYou'll find it, grab the inspiration, and then be filled with questions again. So beautifully expressed, the longing for answers
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