Saturday, January 30, 2021

Sunday Muse #145

 



Happy January! We just came in from running around the backyard in shorts and t-shirts...because snow is pretty much mythical in this part of Texas (not impossible, but nice and once-upon-a-time) and that's just what I wanted for this week's Muse. Several people in my life are looking at new paths and I find myself thinking about this as well. Myths are often the record or beginning of journeys and thus: trackless snow and a rising (?) sun.  Is this an invitation? A benediction? A lure? 

Looking forward to the poetry you find along the way.

-- chrissa


27 comments:

  1. Good morning all!!!
    I hate to be first but I finished writing and so I'll try to sleep some more. It was a fun write, thank you Chrissy, for the inspired write.
    For years and years I was having two recurring dream, one I hadn't been attending classes and final exams were here. And I had forgotten my building and room. The other was about a large computer program that I built at NASA and it wouldn't work. About 28 years ago I stopping having those.
    Now it is back to sleep if I can.
    ..

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    1. "Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
      'Poetry hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Jim
      Shall sleep no more..."

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    2. Nothing wrong with being first Jim. I think sometimes it is like a buffet dinner at a gathering. Everyone hesitates to be the first one. I will be heading over to read yours now.
      Nice Qbit! You would be wonderful to have at a dinner party, if we could have dinner party's. LOL :-))

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    3. I do like being in line in time to get a deviled egg before they are gone.
      ..

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    4. That strikes a real funny bone for me Jim. In our family I am the one that makes the deviled eggs, and it is always a funny joke about how there are not enough. (sometimes I make over 70!!) I can always sample in the making, so I am lucky that way. LOL

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  2. I love the questions you pose, Chrissa. Food for thought ~~ happy weekend everyone!

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    1. A first for me ... composed my poem over a year ago. I love how it fit the beautiful image. Cheers.

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    2. Happy Weekend to you to my friend! I too love the questions and image choice. Heading to read yours now Helen. :-)

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  3. I like this picture! I'll be bock. :-P

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  4. Hello Dear Poets! I am early today as Sunday hasn't arrived. Or perhaps, I have time traveled. haha peace and light to all!

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    1. Early is good my friend and time travel would be cool too! Wishing you a wonderful Sunday Truedessa!

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  5. "Plumeorfin" ~~~ I would love to leave a comment for you, can't seem to find a way.

    Please know I think your poem is quite exquisite!

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    1. Yes I was longing to leave a comment for Plumeorfin as well. I love the vision it evoked. Totally gorgeous writing!

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  6. Thank you, Chrissa, for this prompt! Being a rooftop poet in winter is tough work, but there are some payoffs. Look forward to reading.

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  7. Qbit, that once proud contender, has dug down deep inside himself to find that spark, that je ne sais quoi that has rejuvenated a flickering career and brought him back into the gaudy light of stardom.Not since the heavyweight poetry bout of 1935 has there been such a dramatic scene. This is Howard Cosell wishing you good evening.

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  8. Hi Chrissa, great prompt. I wrote a piece entitled “No No”. It’s the second part of my post.

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    1. Always glad to see you here Rob. Heading over to read yours now.

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  9. Such a beautiful image for inspiration

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  10. I can only agree, such a beautiful picture. It had me writing something before I knew it. :-)

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    1. That is always the plan and Chrissa and Shay do a beautiful job of providing great images to write to. So glad you joined in RedCat!

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