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Going Home

 Greetings and salutations! This is a piece for The Sunday Muse #237. Come and wander down this week's paths!


The path was just the remains of houses,
Barns, sheds: if you want to find the ghosts
You have to walk the their homes' bodies: 
Think balanced thoughts in the evening,
Listen for the coyote and deer running,
Watch for snakes on the cooling boards, 
And tell yourself the shadow is a house. 

*deep breath* Yesterday was a lesson in listening to your gut. Today I'm trying to remain awake despite the rain (and the warm, fluffy dogs) and my brain essentially saying "sleeep....sleeeeeep....sleeeep." We were in a minor fender-bender yesterday and it aggravated an old injury (it's much better today) and I don't think my body or brain has caught up with the fact that EVERYTHING IS FINE. And I have a wordcount to hit. (....sleeeep.....sleeeeep....sleeep) Today's poem is therefore short, my draft currently consists of lots of deleted sentences, and...zzzzzzZZZzzzzzz

-- Chrissa


Comments

  1. HelenNovember 19, 2022 at 9:36 AM

    So happy you were not seriously injured, Chrissa! Rest your battered body, sweet dreams. No fretting over word counts .... Your poem is short and quite sweet.

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  2. FireblossomNovember 19, 2022 at 12:25 PM

    Oh, VERY nicely turned, Chrissa! That last line is a gem.

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  3. kaykualaNovember 19, 2022 at 4:51 PM

    The path was just the remains of houses,
    Barns, sheds: if you want to find the ghosts

    Great imagery Chrissa! It sure looks ghostly and mystifying as you had rightly imagined

    Hank

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  4. TruedessaNovember 19, 2022 at 6:33 PM

    Think balanced thoughts on those narrow boards.
    Glad you are okay...get some rest

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  5. Carrie BurttNovember 19, 2022 at 7:11 PM

    I love everything about this poem my friend but the closing lines are gorgeous!! I am glad you are okay and wish you rest and healing in every way. 💜

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  6. AngelaNovember 20, 2022 at 7:24 AM

    Love the imagery - hope you get a goos rest :)

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  7. Gillena CoxNovember 20, 2022 at 7:57 AM

    There is uncertainty all around. Luv the reality of this shawody poem. Hope you get some refreshing sleep. Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my blog today Chrissa.

    Much💛love

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  8. DoraNovember 21, 2022 at 8:22 AM

    "their homes' bodies" -- loved this metaphor!

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  9. purplepeninportland.comNovember 25, 2022 at 5:58 PM

    Glad you are okay, Chrissa. Love the way you ended this poem!

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  10. qbitNovember 26, 2022 at 5:41 PM

    This is exquisite: "Watch for snakes on the cooling boards, / And tell yourself the shadow is a house." Beautifully done.

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