Sharing with The Sunday Muse #204 . It's too far in the afternoon, I thought but evening ran behind me dragons, demons, and the sleeping world; afraid to turn, to wake me. Power needs its horror stories, its ghosts. It's too far in the afternoon, I thought but evening followed close; a fantasy of goodness, where the gold is always covering bones. Power needs its fairy tales, its witches. It's too far in the afternoon, I thought but evening treads my hem, like an army from the dragon's teeth and all the lies therein. -- Chrissa
Maybe try being in an airplane? A fun little write, it brought a smile here.
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http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2023/03/the-egg-vs-apple-poem-for-sunday-muse.html
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Thanks for the link! I was having a bit of a challenge with them yesterday. And planes are right out for me--claustrophobia. :)
DeleteOh Chrissa! This is both magical and sobering all in one! A brilliant and beautiful poem my friend!
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