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by Shonda ChrissonberryTitle:
many muses or
why I should always remember
to clean my ears out before class
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I had volunteered
to go first
They looked at me weird
when I talked
of blowing bubbles and
children's laughter
of Autumn leave's in shades of
yellow, brown and golden orange
of how I could for hours
write of my daydreams and nightscapes
of finding true love and
growing old together
They sat in silence as I spoke
of all the wonders this life brings
those I hold so dear
My many Muses
As I returned to my empty chair
quite content with the work I had done
on this ~ our 1st assignment of the new semester
I suddenly realized I
had made a slight mistake
The prompt on the board read
"mini-mooses" NOT "many muses"
I sunk down low behind my comp book
and quietly added to my shopping list
Q-tips
right on top 06/03/2009 Author's Note: the prompt was moose
Posted on 06/03/2009
Copyright © 2026 Shonda Chrissonberry
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/04/09 at 01:59 AM Hehehe. Sounds like me. Are you sure we don't share genes somewhere? I swear.... |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 06/04/09 at 01:15 PM oh dear...but you know, if you give my son the prompt moose he would come up with terminators and transformers. even a moose can be a muse, my dear. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/05/09 at 09:08 PM ...shonda, nudge-nudge back to ya...loved this, you twist-tied it just right...giggles at you annn me. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 06/07/09 at 08:20 PM LOL I feel your blush. It is these moments that we remember longest. I've had my share. Thanks for the memories. nicely done. --bf |
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