Revelation for “What Do You See?”

Revelation

That person who was the past me–
that person that you may not see,
indeed, is still somewhere inside
where all the other-of–me’s hide.
In my dreams, we all collect––
our chatter what you might expect––
a hodgepodge of past gains and ills,
both lollipops and bitter pills.
But good or bad, they add up to
what puts me here in touch with you.
Where I reveal the all of me
and put it out for you to see––
one thing leading to the next––
trustingly exposed as text.

 

Avove is the image that served as a prompt for What Do You See:? The poem above is how it inspired me.

Coincidence? for SOCS

My sister Patti in the first photo. The second is me, with friends, setting off from New York on the S.S. Ryndam.

Coincidence?

For my junior year in college, I set out upon a trip around the world on the S.S. Ryndam. I was enrolled in World Campus Afloat––a semester abroad.  It was no disappointment to me that prior to setting off, they closed the Suez Canal, so instead we had to sail around the coast of Africa and through the Cape of Good Cope. Our African stops turned out to be my favorite and would eventually lead to other visits and even a year and a half stay, but that is not the story I’m telling today. My story happened in Beijing, where Indira Ghandi threw a reception where Ravi Shankar played for us.  Amazing.  Afterwards, different University students took us to a number of activities around the city and my friend and I wound up at a party in an apartment where I ended up sitting on the sofa next to a student who had just returned from a visit to the States. Where was I from in the states? he asked, and I answered that I’d grown up in South Dakota but that previous to World Campus Afloat, I’d attended two years at the University of Wyoming. He found this interesting as what a coincidence…when in the states, he had visited a friend in Newhall, Wyoming. Had I ever been there, he asked? Yes, my roommate my Freshman year had been from there, I answered, and also, my sister’s roommate and good friend was from there. And what was my sister’s name, he asked? Patti Dykstra, I said, and his eyes grew huge as he seized both of my hands in his and revealed that he had talked to her for hours at a party he’d gone to at her friend’s house in Newhall just four days before.  It had been over four months since I’d seen my sister, but he’d seen her four days before at a party half way around the world. What are the chances? True story.

for SOCS the prompt is  “coincidence.”

How Many Tablecloths are Too Many Tablecloths? for RDP

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Be they decorative, protective or both, tablecloths are just background to the good times that go on around them.

“Tablecloth” is the prompt for the Ragtag Daily Prompt

Fibbing Friday

Hell’s a Poppin

This week’s fibs below!

1. What is the difference between Biweekly and a Fortnight? One is a periodical for pansexuals, the other a military periodical.
2. How much oil would your lantern need to last a fortnight? None. It will last with or without oil. How much oil would your lantern need to stay lit for a fortnight is a different thing entirely.
3. If you spent a fortnight in Paris, what would you see? Lots of soldiers.

4. What’s the difference between a microchip and a micro chip? One hit on the space bar.
5. What’s brown, shiny and sizzles? Dog poopies on a hot sidewalk.
6. How is the best way to make lemonade? With lemons.
7. How many types of coke are there? Two. Liquid and Powder.
8. Why was a sundae glass so named? All the other days of the week were taken.
9. What is hellsapoppin? Headline of the Inferno Gazette the day Orville Redenbacher arrived.
10.What did the Knights of the Round Table do during the day? Catch up on their sleep.

For Fibbing Friday.

“Something Old” for dVerse Poets

                                                                                                                              jdb photo

Something Old

Love is a narcotic that makes us think we’re wise-—
nature’s slick conspiracy for matching girls and guys.
It hangs around in barrooms, obscured in eyes and talk,
and before you know it, it makes you walk the walk
down rose-petaled aisles on your way to say “I do,”
in something new or borrowed and something old and blue.

Then love becomes a train wreck, beginning with the pastor
and continuing through daily life until the last disaster
when “I do” becomes “I won’t,” and all love’s vows once-spoken
wind up in love’s dump heap—abandoned, crushed and broken.
Blame it all on Cupid, that chubby little liar,
who never warns us that new love is likely to expire.

For dVerse Poets “Something old. .  .” Prompt

Darn. I took so long trying to find an illustration for the “Something Old, Something New”. . .’ prompt that the Mr. Linky link lapsed, so here it is. for Open Link Night.

“Fountain” for RDP

Last on the Card

For Bushboy’s Last on the Card

I couldn’t resist adding  the last 8 on the card for the month of May. The moth was clinging to the latch of my entrance gate when a friend came to visit. Earlier, when I was in the hot tub, I got the rest of the photos.  Ollie visiting Frida on the roof, and some vegetation scooped from the pool on my pool scoop. The statue was taken at the Nueva Posada during Friday’s reading.

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #127.” Come play along. Today’s number is 744

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #127. Today’s number is 744. To play along, go to your  photos file folder and type the number 744 into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the titleThis prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. 

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Trikes and Bikes for Sunday Stills

Bicycles and their predecessors

For Sunday Stills

“Guardians” For The Sunday Whirl

 

Guardians

I spin the stick to kindle fire to dispel the chill,
risking the displeasure of that ghost who’s silent ’til
It feels the differing temperature with the waning cold
and moves down from the window ledge, wanting to behold
this human who alone would risk the ire of a ghost
without protection of a cross or a holy host.
I  softly hum a tune that the spirit doesn’t know,
then dig my fingers in the ground in an attempt to sow
new life within that sterile earth–softly dropping seed
to see what vegetative wonders earthly hands can breed.
I feel the spirit hovering and sense his threatening stare
until warm currents lift him up into the cooler air
above the room, above the town, to where more spirits dwell
who have been patiently waiting to send him back to Hell.

For The Sunday Whirl. This week’s given words are – kindle risk dig until differing chill spin waning ghost softly alone know.