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On The Day When The Day Didn't Come

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #236. 


On the day when the day didn’t come

The house hared off after the latest suburban renewal

A goddess came riding; no longer did a fence

Prevent the forest or its spirits from knocking

Do you answer in shorts? You don’t.

You dress for the nothing in the silk

Trailing mulberry forests in the dancing breeze

Take yourself to meet the sullen creek

Who never wanted neighbors like you

And it is thirsty for the waters already bottled

On the shelves were the goddesses shop

They throw the plastic behind them

Perhaps believing they worship the roadways

According to the creek, who, it turns out,

Toadless and thin, is relieved to talk to anyone

On the day when the day didn’t come.


-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. C. SandlinNovember 12, 2022 at 9:58 AM

    LOL, "where" not "were." I need to follow my own advice and read aloud when proofing. :)

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  2. FireblossomNovember 12, 2022 at 10:07 AM

    I love the contrast of the natural world vs. the careless "goddesses" of the local Trader Joe's. Very neatly done, woman.

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  3. HelenNovember 12, 2022 at 10:23 AM

    Magic poetry .... this totally captured my fancy "You dress for the nothing in the silk, trailing mulberry forests in the dancing breeze" !!!

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  4. qbitNovember 12, 2022 at 5:52 PM

    "Do you answer in shorts? You don’t./ You dress for the nothing in the silk" - Oooh! Great!

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  5. KATHERINES PLACENovember 12, 2022 at 7:10 PM

    A wonderful partnership of images and words... I read this several times. Wonderful :)

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  6. TruedessaNovember 12, 2022 at 7:32 PM

    "And it is thirsty for the waters already bottled" - I wonder what they will do when there is no water to bottle?

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  7. Carrie BurttNovember 13, 2022 at 6:11 AM

    This is one of your finest of poems Chrissa! The imagery and the divide of nature and the cement ruin. I love this my friend!

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  8. DoraNovember 13, 2022 at 8:22 AM

    Point taken and well made, C. The paradoxes/contradictions of our consumerism are so destructive to what's most valuable and essential to us and so self-defeating.

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  9. Gillena CoxNovember 13, 2022 at 9:56 AM

    "On the day when the day didn’t come."

    Magical!!!
    Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my blog today.

    Much💛love

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  10. Susie ClevengerNovember 14, 2022 at 12:54 PM

    Oh, how nature and cement don't mix. Love this poem.

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