If you haven’t already done so, do not miss reading this Mother’s Day blog by Lydia:
“Is it ironic that you find yourself here, at my quasi bitter woman/mom blog on the eve of this much revered holiday, the holiday we anticipate while clutching bouquets of fragrant buds, and boxes of expensive truffles, the holiday in which we always seem to fall short, even with the help of Hallmark writers, of […]”
(Click here to read the rest of this piece.) What Did You Weigh? — A lot from Lydia
Monthly Archives: May 2016
Sacrifice

Some people give their lives to it,
And others never do––
Conditions never calling for
Rash actions to ensue.
I’ve held onto my life because
Fate never asked me to
Immolate myself to save
Child, soldier, Jew,
Ensuring that I remain here
Securely in life’s queue.
I don’t think sacrifice has been anything I’ve had to do much of in my life, short of occasionally knowingly giving someone the last pork chop or the biggest piece of cake. Perhaps this is because I had no children.
I can think of only one big potential sacrifice I made in my life and that is something I will not speak of–mainly because people it might affect are still alive. So, in lieu of writing a personal essay or poem on this topic, I invite you to read an article about the top ten most inspiring self sacrifices. You can go HERE to read it.
If you’d like to read what other bloggers have to say about the subject of sacrifice, go here:: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/sacrifice/
Tan Renga Challenge
A Tan Renga is a poem written by two poets. This challenge asked participants to write a second stanza for the given haiku. The first stanza is a haiku written by © Chèvrefeuille. I added on the second stanza, also in haiku form.
in the moonlight
Wisteria flowers look fragile –
a gust of wind
invites them to
dance with their shadows,
then smooth their skirts and rest again.
http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.mx/2016/05/carpe-diem-tan-renga-challenge-month_2.html
Bougainvillea and Cactus: Flower of the Day, May 6, 2016
Click on first photo to enlarge all.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/05/05/flower-of-the-day-may-6-2016-bearded-iris/
Door within a Door: Thursday Doors, May 6, 2016
I took a photo of this door as well as the outer gate/door of the fraccionamiento it is in once before but must admit that I lost it in the winding corridors of my photos file on my Mac, so when I was passing today, I took another. Both house and door had been painted since I first photographed them, and I must say I love the new colors, so I can forgive myself for my poor photo organization! I took a dozen different photos of doors as I drove home the back way from town today so I hope to show you more when I have the time to organize them. That is if I don’t lose them first!!! May many doors open to you in the week to come!


https://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com/category/thursday-doors/
Terza Rima for Earth’s Shadow
What shadow bigger than a lunar eclipse? I am lucky enough to have seen the eclipse of two blood moons in Mexico. Below are photos or links to photos of each, along with a rewrite of a poem I wrote after witnessing the first one.

Lunar Eclipse
Last night I rose to watch the full eclipse––
a blood orange moon, full in the dark night sky,
around it, scattered stars and tall palm tips.
It was as though in this world, only I
watched the last fingernail of glowing moon,
chewed at by shadow, slowly wane and die.
And then the night birds with their lonely croon
gave timbre to this darkened night soon joined
by lonely burro, braying for the moon
Perhaps they mourned for vision now purloined
or simply sang for joy of adding to
the beauty of this dark moon newly coined.
Then once again the moon’s edge came to view.
Earth moved aside in favor of the sun
and for an hour, I watched as moonlight grew.
I sought my bed, the pageant not yet done,
as light increased and shadow slowly waned.
Inevitably, once more light had won.
The ending known, no mystery remained.
This poem is written in terza rima, a form invented by Dante and used in The Divine Comedy. It consists of three-line stanzas, with a “chained” rhyme scheme. The first stanza is ABA, the second is BCB, the third is CDC, and so on. No particular meter is necessary, but English poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter. One common way of ending a terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own, rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza.
See more blood moon photos here: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/09/27/eclipse-of-the-blood-moon-over-mexico/
And smaller shadows here: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/09/03/reflections-shadows-cees-black-and-white-challenge/
If you want to write to this prompt, you can post what you’ve written here: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/shadow/
Birds and Breath: Flower of the Day, May 5, 2016
Birds of Paradise share center table with baby’s breath and the first papaya of the new tree. Unfortunately, these papayas are not as flavorful and sweet as the papayas were from our last tree. Hope they improve with age.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/05/05/flower-of-the-day-may-6-2016-bearded-iris/
Beach Walk

It was 35 years ago that I first ran away from home to go live at the beach. For the past 15 years, I have never lived more than 4 hours away from the ocean, and for 20 years before that, I was within 20 miles of it. During these years, I have written hundreds of pages of poems and stories about the the beach, and as I sat here for two hours today, reworking what perhaps was one of the first poems I ever wrote as I spent a year going to the beach every day to write, it suddenly occurred to me that I would rather be doing art, using the boxes of material collected on the beach during the two months I spent there this year, than writing about the experience. I’ve already done that, and here is where you can find it: https://judydykstrabrown.com/category/beach-poems/
That URL will get you to the most recent beach poems. (You’ll need to scroll down past this one once you’ve clicked on the URL above.) To see earlier ones, go to the archives (near the bottom of the scroll next to a poem entitled “flip flop”) and select November, 2014 or December, 2014 for older poems.
Please join me in beach combing by taking a walk backwards—as far as you choose to go—through three years of beach poems—reading and looking at what you wish. Some poems you may just walk by or pick up in your hands and then cast away. Others you may examine closely, reading them in their entirety. And some, I hope, you will choose to store away on the shelf of your mind to remind you that you came from the sea and it is always there for you to go back to.
Now, for the rest of the day, I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do for a month and a half now—unpack some of the boxes of shells, stones, bones, sand, corroded metal, driftwood and assorted beach trash found on the beach as well as uncompleted “found” sculptures begun in January and February. Then, I’ll “do” for a day instead of writing about it.
Please enjoy your beach combing today as I’ll enjoy mine.
Bubble Talk
Raison d’etre

Raison d’etre
What needs incite
my lust to write?
I fear the answer
is a cancer
that swims my brain
prompting refrain
in rhyme and meter
perfect and neater
than free verse or
that deadly bore––
the limerick
that lost its kick
decades ago.
I love the flow
of iambs and
trochees that stand
first tall, then short
as if in sport––
touching their toes
or knees to nose.
Dactyls are gimpy–
awkward and limpy.
What I like best?
The anapest!
Its canter sweet
just can’t be beat.
It is my chance
to strut and prance
to sing and dance
through fine parlance
in rhymes repeated
while snugly seated.
My deeds nefarious
are all vicarious––
neatly rhymed
and evenly timed.
In short, my time
is spent in rhyme.
And if you’re judging
my dearth of budging,
I am not crazy.
I’m merely lazy!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/discover-challenges/raison-detre/

