My very first favorite flower. They grew tall beside our back stoop and every summer, we’d make Hollyhock dolls out of them. I found these outside the “Anne of Green Gables” house on Prince Edward Island. Click on first photo to enlarge.
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(Click on photos to enlarge.)
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painting by James Hollis. Available on etsy
Radical Rabbits
Radical rabbits jump the stump
and conservatives with one big jump,
but they’ve been known to butt and bump
such right wing radicals as Trump.
This right wing radical, slightly crazy,
seems to leave some voters hazy
and spin their judgement upsy-daisy,
making their thinking super lazy.
Radicals aren’t all on the left.
Extreme’s the warp but not the weft.
One loose of tongue and good at theft
might leave our country most bereft.
If conservative’s your bent,
when you hear him spew and vent,
would you wish him to be sent
to D.C. as your president?
Radical’s found on either side––
right and left of where you bide.
Please cast your vote for a bonafide
choice that is not suicide!
Radical rabbits may be slightly
more to the left than you deem rightly.
Still their motives shine out brightly
and they are not as unsightly!!!
Yes, you guessed it. The prompt today was “Radical.” The electricity went out as I was writing this so I hurried to get it posted. Wish I’d had a bit more time for rewriting and perhaps I’ll do so later, especially for that last line which only scans if you read it as intended––with the stress on “they, not, as and sight!” Hope to find a better solution when the lights come back!!!
Want to see the photos better? Click on the first one to view the gallery in a larger format.
Edges on windowframes, shadows and cages.
Edges of different sizes and ages.
Edges like razors and some softly curled.
Edge of your roof and edge of the world.
Edges to rise above, fall from and go through.
Edges to walk on and fly with and row through.
The edges of water lined with fine foam,
but the very best edges are those we call home.
You may have already guessed that the prompt word today is “Edge.”
Momshieb always hits the nail right on the head–giving us truth and entertainment at the same time. I had to reblog this.
If you’ve been watching or reading about the American presidential election for the past year or so, you will no doubt have noticed that one candidate is acting more like a child than a world leader.
Naturally, I mean no disrespect to children, but you know know what I mean.
Republican presidential candidate Donald Trump has made a name for himself by acting like every elementary school’s playground bully. He insults people, he swears in public, he threatens violence against everyone he dislikes.
He pretends to be more powerful than he really is, and expects everyone around him to grand him the same level of worship that he grants to himself.
Some of his quotes are beyond unbelievable. When asked by a journalist whether he honestly considered it proper to praise the dictator Vladimir Putin, Trump said:
“If he says great things about me, I’ll say great things about him.”
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There was still more to discover at the beach on Prince Edward Island, including one big surprise. (Different day, different beach.) If you want to read the captions to share the plot of that day, you’ll need to click on the first photo and then follow the arrows.
And now, to answer the questions:
Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewerly?
Yes. I have owned tons of rocks! We used them to make art lamps and I have always loved collecting rocks, including the ones I used to make creches the year before last. I was a jewelry maker before I moved to Mexico and so also had trays of unset gems. You are barking up the right tree with this question, Cee!
What is your greatest strength or weakness?
Chocolate! Guess it qualifies as a weakness. Definitely not a strength.
What makes you feel grounded?
Writing or creating art.
Would you rather never be able to eat warm food or never be able to eat cold food?
I actually prefer most foods cold so would choose to eat cold food over hot. Ice cream!!!
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I was so grateful for time spent with Dianne and Andy, my wonderful hosts on Price Edward Island. now I look forward to eighteen more days spent with Forgottenman as well as other friends and family members. Then I’ll be grateful to go home to see Morrie, Frida and Diego–and hear the tales of my house sitters Ian and Pen, for whom I am also grateful.
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Then and Now
First Love
Zing! went our heartstrings. Zang! went our souls.
Eyes filled with wonder, hearts cupped like bowls
ready to fill with passion and love.
Putting each other on like a glove.
First kisses miracles we’d never known.
No longer single all on our own.
Someone to cuddle, someone to spoon.
Hand holds and lip locks over too soon.
Misunderstandings, squabbles and fights.
Heartbreak and lonely Saturday nights.
Then a new glance from cars “U”ing main.
Flirting and wooing all over again.
More hugs and kisses parked on a hill.
How to forget them? We never will.
At school reunions, we relive those lives,
husbands beside us, or boyfriends or wives.
Talking of other things: study halls, games,
but always remembering carving those names
in desktops and memory—first loves forever—
tendrils that bind us that we cannot sever.
We’ll soar ahead to the rest of our lives,
collecting new memories—bees in our hives.
But no honey finer than that we made first.
No sweeter lips and no stronger thirst.
Stored in our hearts, remembered but hidden,
hoarded like treasures sealed in a midden,
our lives are made richer by both now and then.
Past memories opening over again
spill out old secrets, then seal them away
to be unwrapped on some future day
when old schoolmates meet for two days’ reminiscing
of school pranks and ballgames and homework. And kissing.
The prompt word today was “Zing.”
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On the Stump
Hobbling around on the stump of a life,
nobody’s lover and nobody’s wife,
her children and grandchildren all raised and grown,
out of her life and out on their own.
Is her life over? Is it near its ending,
or has she another life that is just pending?
Has she a talent for regeneration?
Is the first sixty years mere education?
A single shoe dropped is only one shoe.
Life isn’t over until it is through.
Perhaps she’s less active removed from the past,
but wind can still fill out a sail at half mast.
The stub of a life can still get us around.
A heart can still beat and the blood can still pound.
Go after adventure for all you are worth,
for every new day is a part of your birth.
The prompt word today was “stump,” and I must admit it nearly stumped me. Lately my poems have degenerated into moralistic little lesson-rhymes. I may seem to be up on the stump, but it it is not my intention to preach as it is mainly myself I’m trying to advise. If you want to listen in, you are most welcome.
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