Disquieting Muses
Disquieting muses take over my mind,
creating dreams of the frustrating kind.
They open the padlocks and bring out to play
old worries I thought had been long locked away.
Iniquities for which I thought I’d atoned
seem to have thrived and emerge newly cloned.
Richer by far as though funded by time,
they grow flowering vines that smother and climb.
They glow in the dark to remind me of all
that I’ve done in the past that could cause a great fall.
But when I awaken, I know very well
that purloined penny candies won’t land me in Hell.
Prompt words are disquieting, padlock, iniquity, glow and fund.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Oh, all the minor transgressions that come back to haunt our dreams! Cute poem.
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Love the last line. Who is on the photo?
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That is me, at age 5, the morning after Halloween. I put my costume on again and was stealing Halloween candy from the middle of the table. I’m sure my sister Betty must have put me up to it just to get this shot.
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good ❤️❤️
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(I hope you’re right – about those misdemeanours)
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But of course. Have you ever found me to be wrong, Peter? ;o)
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Laughing here on a grey day.
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