Sharing with The Sunday Muse for Muse #155.
I thought about writing, I thought about
calling
I thought about folding screams into
silence:
There's no color that bleeds into this
paper
So it'll have to fly me and all the words
I have
as blood into the wordstream.
Let's say that the only thing important about today is the sunlight picking out the new blooms: the roses are budding out orange, the clovers are yellow, and there are some weeds tucked up against the foundation hanging purple bells in the rose's shadows. It's spring. And we're still at home.
-- Chrissa
“blood into the wordstream” … fascinating phrase Chrissa.
ReplyDeleteI love how your notes are always as wonderful as your poems ... this one is spectacular.
ReplyDelete"I thought about writing, I thought about / calling" - well played! And that last line is so good!
ReplyDeleteStay Safe
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
Much💛love
You folded it all up and threw us a magnificent paper dart of a poem here
ReplyDeleteThis is full with feelings we can all relate to my friend. Magnificent and I too love how your notes compliment and touch us with your amazing poetry.
ReplyDeleteThe medium is the massage, as the man once said!
ReplyDeleteStill locked up we have to do what we can.
ReplyDeleteJadeLi@tao-talk
Nice, nice, Chrissa. I love the weed flowers, our state flower, the Blue Bonnets, are weeds. Also many thistles, even the noxious ones, have pretty flowers. Mrs. Jim doesn't want me to plant some in her flower bed.
ReplyDelete''I thought about folding screams into silence'' - and the rest of it.
ReplyDeleteSo many lines to love in this poem.. "folding screams into silence" "So it'll have to fly me and all the words I have as blood into the wordstream." Your talent with language is amazing.
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