Lamplighters, for Word of the Day

Lamplighters

My husband
trapped light.
Sculpted it.
Forced it to his will.
Made art of it.
Made me
complicit in making it
more than something to see by.
We surrounded light
and channeled it.
Held light before releasing it
in the directions
of our dreams

The Word of the Day is “Lamplighter.” This is a reblog. Couldn’t resist.

Robert Reich on Trump and Musk

https://open.substack.com/pub/robertreich/p/the-era-of-the-super-asholes?r=9092z&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=email

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Only 16% of Americans asked for this mutant show which is the same percentage as Americans on the right who think political violence is justified to save the republic. Go figure.

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If money is the root of all evil, Trump must feel right at home.

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Welcome to “The Numbers Game #129.” Come play along. Today’s number is 746

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #129. Today’s number is 746. To play along, go to your  photos file folder and type the number 746 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. 

“Gasping for Air” For The Sunday Whirl

Gasping for Air

No small potatoes are these dreams
that serve to rip apart the seams
of blessed sleep that drifts my mind
down roadways of a gentler kind.
Dread closes off my throat in fright
that I will not survive this night.
Prickles of fear cause neck to seize.
I run outside, seeking a breeze
to fill my lungs pinched off by fear
that my death is growing near,
shifting those stories in my head
to twisted tales of breathless dread.
I shift to hammock and cooler air,
breath coming easier out there,
my glassy eyes opening to
that stillness that comes into view.
Black night replacing former views
that now my memory eschews.

For The Sunday Whirl 761 the word prompts are:
runner potatoes road drifting twisted pinch glassy prickled neck shifted still

“Mural” for One Word Sunday

The Lake Chapala area is noted for its murals. Here are a few of them.

The prompt for Debbie’s One Word Sunday is “Mural.:

Reluctant Guest for SOCS

Reluctant Guest

It was infatuation. He was there at my behest,
and though I hoped for more, he proved to be a slippery guest.
When I reached out for him and he escaped my grasp,
I improvised a harness out of scarf and belt and clasp.

Before you form ideas about my brashness in this tryst,
imagining the lengths that I might go to to be kissed,
I fear that you misunderstand the situation. Maybe,
I did not make it clear that I was bathing sis’s baby!

 

The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “guest.”

Christmas Rituals for dVerse Poets

 

Christmas Rituals

Why do we go to the trouble to do it?
Cut down the Yule tree and dig out the light strings?
Untangle extension cords ’till they’re all lit.
Set up the nativity: shepherds and kings,
then Mary and Joseph and their holy son.
Arrange all the tinsel and then place the star––
(once the balls are all hung and you’re nearly done)
––on the tree.if anyone can reach that far!
Then turn out the room lights and bask in the glow.
On the couch, the family all in a row,
then turn on the music, and you’ll surely know!

For dVerse Poets, the prompt was to write an “Eleventh Power” poem:I. Eleventh Power is an invented stanzaic form introduced by Christina Jussaume who requests the subject be uplifting. The elements of the Eleventh Power are:
––stanzaic, written in any number of 11 line stanzas.
––syllabic, 11 syllables each, per line.
––rhymed, rhyme scheme:   abababccddd or ababababccc.

Oops.. just realized I didn’t do abababab but instead did abab cdcd. Mia culpa!

 

 

Fibbing Friday

For Fibbing Friday, the assigned words to define this week are:

1. Artichoke. Painter’s block
2. Brass. A cold bottom.
3. Criteria. A shopping mall for animals.
4. Doppelganger. A member of a weatherman’s group. (Dew-People Ganger)
5. Effervescent. Always odiferous.
6. Frugal. In the mood to dance, mid-sixties style.
7. Gossamer. Someone given to repetitive vacation locations. 
8. Hallucinate. To suffer a prolonged, uncontrollable fit of laughter over an old “I Love Lucy” episode. 
9. Ingenious. Not fond of  the “I Dream of Jeannie” show.
10. Jeopardy. A soirée for geologists.

 

Thursday Doors

 

 

The drawing of the door above for the Thursday Doors prompt brought to mind the painting of my front door sent to me recently by a friend, Susan Bossart Rolfe, so decided to share it with you as well.

“Immortality” for The Three Things Challenge

Immortality

In no way am I ready for meeting the Grim Reaper.
If it were up to me, I’d rather he be a Grim Creeper.
In all ways, I repel the thought that he’s advancing fast,
for when it comes to living, I wish that it would last.
In short, I’m not in readiness but rather in denial,
for I’m simply not in shape to walk that final mile.
I’ve dug my heels in. I’m not ready for that journey in the sky.
I’m going to go on living. I’m not ever going to die!!!

For the Three Things Challenge the prompt words were: REPEL READINESS REAPER

(When we had my sister’s grave marker made, they offered us a “deal” so my other sister and I had our own markers made at the same time. I did not realize that they’d actually install the stones in our family plot!  So, as you can see above…my eternal resting place awaits me. Strangely enough, one childhood friend has told me he mows around it monthly and another sent me this photo of flowers he’d placed on it for memorial day. As you can see, there is no reason for me to actually give up the ghost as I’m getting enough attention without doing the actual deed.)