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Where's my muse?

Where the red leaf fell
I’ve been at the computer all day.  My mind is now working on thinking-overload; then you add the fact that Thanksgiving is next week and, well, burl, dude!

Right smack in the crush of to-do’s, I needed to write for my class.  It was one of those, “I have no inspiring, muse-filled thoughts.”  Not a good thing for a writer.  As I rummaged through different concepts in my overloaded mind, I started imagining what Thanksgiving Day was going to be like this year.  The kids and grandkids are coming.  They now became my muse…thankful.


mindful noise thanksgiving snapshot

hand-print turkeys on the wall
browning, curly leaves strewn across the floor
half-empty glasses of milk, lots of sticky cookie crumbles...and noise

bedecked parade floats and high-flying comic book characters slip along, a Macy's tradition
spirited, uniformed teams take the field, coins tossed, whistles blown, touchdowns made...more noise

in the background seasonal aromas mingle with the chaotic cacophony 
what was I thinking?

family, kindred in heart and mind and relation, capturing memories
mindfulness, crumbles...and noise

amused, delighted, remembering, pleased
grateful in the thick of the untamed pandemonium
above all the…noise


Happy, crumbly noise to all ~ Missy

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