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 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #238.


Being put to the question and will you read
What poem comes from the hand?
Winter is spring, grey-white and yellow
Circulation is down to the band.
An industrial room with Mary on canvas
A murmur, a dog, and this stand.
Will you read the room, the day, the hour
Will these seasons ever land?

Let's start with lunch: it was a handful of peanut butter M&Ms because breakfast was late because yesterday's tired hasn't yet washed out of my head and I'm still considering what it means to have dreamt that the secret to success was engraved on a clear plastic knife and handed to me just before I woke up. I'm pretty sure it was a good secret, really motivating and clarifying and totally impressive for having been scratched onto a picnic knife; a creative and useful tool that totally wouldn't accidentally get thrown out with the casual thoughtlessness of waking up. It's going to haunt me all day. 

-- Chrissa 

Comments

  1. Gillena CoxDecember 4, 2022 at 11:33 AM

    What questions do our symbols trigger in our day to day life. Or should we just accept them all as the ordinary. Then where will our poems fit in the scheme of things.
    Hi Chtissa. Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping bu my blog today.

    Much💜love

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  2. qbitDecember 4, 2022 at 6:15 PM

    "An industrial room with Mary on canvas" - awesome.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 4, 2022 at 8:36 PM

    Your note makes me smile, Crissa. I think I would rather be in your head right now rather than my own. My poem explains why. Smiles.

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  4. David BogomolnyDecember 4, 2022 at 10:37 PM

    Wow, Chrissa, this is truly lovely. It flows magically and creates a lovely series of images.

    All best,
    David [ben Alexander]
    http://skepticskaddish.com/

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  5. Susie ClevengerDecember 5, 2022 at 1:33 PM

    "An industrial room with Mary on canvas" Love that line. Beautful writing

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  6. Carrie Van HornDecember 5, 2022 at 1:42 PM

    You had me at being part of the question. A very thought provoking and lovely poem Chrissa! I hope this week brings some renewal and joy my friend!

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  7. Gillena CoxDecember 7, 2022 at 4:50 AM

    Check out this
    Whirligig Prompt

    Much💜love

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  8. JimDecember 8, 2022 at 6:53 PM

    How about a cup of coffee and some saltines with Peanut Butter and Chocolate Hazelnut Spread? That's what I do when ??
    ..

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