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jdbphoto, La Manz. 1/10/17
The Great Unseen
Life without the Great Unseen
is merely nature’s grand machine—
things replicating with no end,
a road built straight without a bend.
No mystery or wondering when
there’ll be an end to where we’ve been
and a future reckoning
with all that has been beckoning
to lead us from this world more lean
to the richness of the Great Unseen.
My reason says there is no God.
After death, merely the sod.
And yet I yearn and wish and hope
when I descend life’s slippery slope
that at the end there’s more to see
than crumbled earth and rocky scree.
Another road on rocky shelf
that leads me deep within myself—
life being a long venture out
to see what life is all about
before we pull once more inside
to that deeper world where we abide.
Legend reckons heaven above
to be a well-lit place of love.
Those nearly dead have seen the light
welcoming and broad and bright
with familiar faces there,
free from hate and free from care.
What a lovely scene they weave.
If only I could just believe
their version of a paradise
so pure and perfect and free from vice.
I can imagine the purpose of
a world comprised purely of love,
but why this different world before—
this world of torture, hate and gore?
These things I ask are questions old,
gleaned from stories often told.
I do not ponder puzzles new,
bringing fresh problems into view.
It’s simply that we can’t resist
attempting to work out the gist
of what our being here might mean
and trying to solve The Great Unseen.
The prompt word today is unseen.
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Incapable
Capable? I fear I’m not
for usually, I’m too hot.
Sleeves I do for vanity,
but capes weren’t made for folks like me.
If the capes are long and fem,
I get my heels caught in the hem,
and if they’re roomy and too wide,
I find that I get lost inside.
I get my purse strap tangled in,
the neck tangled around my chin.
The bat wings flap and catch the breeze.
The wool ones make me gasp and sneeze.
So, if you’re a swaddler, leave me be.
I like my torso cover-free.
The prompt word today was capable.
Fellow blogger and close friend okcForgottenMan, who keeps very close watch on the internet, just found and sent me this bizarre link below that deals with a blog post I made in May. I can barely believe it, but he assures me it is likely for real. This is absolutely surreal!!! Be sure to read to the end. Somehow I never thought I’d attain my fame by beating out Donald Trump for views! ( Please note this posting is not really about the allegations against Mr. Trump. It is about the internet, blogging and how my blog ended up in the middle of it all. If you don’t read through to the end, you won’t really understand the intent of the posting.)
The link: Why did people google ‘golden shower’ more on 29 May 2016 than in the aftermath of watersportsgate?
HERE is information on the website that published the above article.
And HERE, HERE, and HERE are my original posts about the Golden Shower Tree alluded to in the article.
I took this photo of this seeming wall of flowers at home a few weeks ago. What kind of wallpaper would it make? Too much? Perhaps.
For Cee’s Flower a Day Prompt
Nativity
It was some day, that day when light came into my world.
Reaching out my arms and legs as they came uncurled,
so many lovely colors bursting into sight.
All this brilliant pigment where formerly was night.
All the parts familiar still attached to me—
my ankle and my navel, my elbow and my knee.
But no longer together, curled into one tight ball.
I never knew that I could be so wide and tall.
Stretching out to fill this square I wonder when
I will be forgetting the curved world I’ve been in.
My mother now beside me instead of all around.
At other times she’s simply nowhere to be found.
My father’s arms around me—arms brand new to me.
All the other others coming to see what I may be.
Scratchy things now touch me—dry things and things with fluff.
Everything a new thing until I’ve had enough.
Then I find my power and make some kind of noise.
Soon I’m joined by other infant girls and boys,
and the whole room fills with sounds of our distress.
Very satisfying, I fear I must confess.
The nurses all come running, the fathers and the sisters.
The orderlies and doctors, the misses and the misters.
And when they lift us up, each one in different arms,
all our cries desist as they cater to our charms.
“Some day,” they’ve been saying, and now we are all here—
a fresh new crop of humans arrived for them to rear.
Once more we exercise our lungs and make each father cower.
Fresh to this new world, we have already found our power.
The prompt today was someday.
This is my favorite stage of bloom for this tree. At this point, the blooms look like something out of Dr. Seuss. Sort of goofy. We need more goofy in our lives, so I’m sharing them:
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To see other stages of blooming–all present on the same tree/bush at the same time, go HERE and HERE.
Things That Cling
Call to Arms
Sweaters do it, slips do it.
Even crackers and clam dips do it.
Let’s do it. I want to cling!!!
Saran wrap was made for it.
Lonely hearts first lust then fade for it.
Just put your arms in a ring.
Hold me and squeeze with them.
I’m the thing that you should seize with them.
Want all the hugs you can bring.
Monkeys in trees do it,
pointer fingers when you sneeze do it.
Let’s do it. Let’s do that thing.
Don’t hesitate o’er it.
Gotta tell you that I adore it.
Let’s do it. Let’s have a fling!!!
The prompt word today is “cling.”
These are some of the pieces I’ll be showing in the La Manzanilla Art Walk on January 28. I have another entire body of work–wall pieces where a part detaches to be worn as a brooch–that I’ll show you in a day or two. These pieces were all made by materials found on the beach at La Manzanilla or La Ribera in Baja:
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