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Hospitality

 Sharing today with The Sunday Muse #224. 


Hospitality. We broke open the jar...
Offered a magic couch, an ancient feast,
the dust of ages for a pathway.
We poured a goblet of our indiscretions
Into the inkwell. You scrawled our names
In a forgotten notebook.
Washed your shorts.
Ate breakfast.
Stared at the screen. 
Drank our stories with your coffee.
And still we are dead,
Coffered in your paperwork.




Currently balancing a keyboard on Arthur...who isn't really a lapdog but who has already destroyed a dog gate today because of the thunder and is currently sitting on my lap and shaking and drooling. :( It's the kind of day where I'd really like to curl up with a good book and...er...snooze. Feeling guilty about not finishing stuff, though. And I can't really move at the moment. 

Hope your writing week is amazing!

-- Chrissa


Comments

  1. Laura BloomsburyAugust 20, 2022 at 11:42 AM

    so many delicious lines especially "We poured a goblet of our indiscretions
    Into the inkwell."

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  2. Carrie BurttAugust 20, 2022 at 1:36 PM

    Oh Chrissa how I love this poem! I feel as if I have witnessed a life poured in and poured out of a goblet with miracles for all to see. One of your finest indeed! I hope the weather settles down and Arthur settles down too. 💙

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  3. FireblossomAugust 20, 2022 at 7:00 PM

    Poor Arthur! I feel so badly for him.

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  4. HelenAugust 21, 2022 at 11:41 AM

    If only this settee could speak .... my indiscretions would need a carafe I fear. Chrissa, this is magic, magic only you can imagine.

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  5. JimAugust 21, 2022 at 1:41 PM

    It would be to fraternalize with the dead.
    On our terms and when we wish.
    Poor Arthur. I read in the Chronicle lately how to keep pets sane during thunder and fireworks, etc. I was saving it to show our daughter but I haven't seen it lately. One thing that stuck with me was to put them in their kennel if they like that and shut the pantry door or wherever you keep it.
    I'm sorry that I haven't been able to answer to your comments lately. But now our laptop cratered, and my son gave me a nice hand-me-down HP laptop. I don't sync it to the others, I still can't comment, even anonymous with the smart phone. I'm not going to sync this one.
    ..

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  6. robkistnerAugust 22, 2022 at 10:17 AM

    “We poured a goblet of our indiscretions Into the inkwell” loved this line Chrissa. This piece seemed to resonate perhaps about a struggle with motivation to write, or even writer’s block? Great write. BT W, I always smile when I see the image below. It always fascinated me. I remember when it was offered as a “magpie” prompt a number of years ago by Tess. Anyway, I enjoyed this piece here my friend, 🙂✌🏼❤️

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  7. Susie ClevengerAugust 22, 2022 at 3:03 PM

    Oh I love this..."We poured a goblet of our indiscretions Into the inkwell" The whole piece feels like fantasy mixed with reality.

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  8. purplepeninportland.comAugust 26, 2022 at 5:15 PM

    "drank our stories with your coffee" - one among many excellent lines!

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