Written for: Sunday Muse #80

Photography by Oladios “I can’t see the end of me.” Photo source
What will I do
in my middle years
if they disappear
behind beige wallpaper,
indistinguishable from
my beige comforter (not
so comforting)? Even
my socks are beige.
Well, I hope she doesn’t
lump me in with the benign
beiges. I am clearly orange
and cream, like a Creamsicle,
and my middle years are
accounted for.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
I love your take on the photo Sara and the voice of the cat at the end is priceless!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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The cat’s voice made me grin! Interesting counterpoint.
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Thanks, wyndolynne. Keep grinning!
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None of us want to fade away! Love your take on the prompt.
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Thanks, Vivian!
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ha – the cat added the needed color as no one wants to fade into the beige of life.
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Thanks, Truedessa! We need color.
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I just adore the tone of the cat. It made me giggle. Thank you for this.
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Thanks for giggling!
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Love the cat’s voice. Cats are always wiser and more interesting than humans
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So true. Thanks, Toni!
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Oh I’m sure you won’t dissolve into beige…love your creative take on the image!
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Thanks, Susie!
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