Click on first flower to enlarge all.
I am compulsively making bracelets lately, so thought I’d share flowers of a different order.
https://ceenphotography.com/2017/03/07/flower-of-the-day-march-8-2017-daffodil/
Nervous Nibbling
Why am I so nervous? I can’t seem to remember,
yet I am as edgy as a kid is on December
twenty-fourth. I cannot seem to get to sleep.
My angst grows as I lie here trying to count sheep.
Something niggles me, but I don’t know at all
what might be perturbing me. I just can’t recall.
If I could fall asleep, I might dream a solution,
but dreamtime will not come. I suffer thought-pollution.
With clouds of agitation floating overhead,
I just can’t remain here stewing in my bed.
I haul my sorry body to the refrigerator.
I’ll have some chocolate ice cream and regret it later.
A chicken leg, some pudding, another macaroon.
Those chips up in the cupboard will join them pretty soon.
My bags and bowls surround me as I flick on the tube.
I spend hours staring at that hypnotic cube.
Then my alarm clock sounds and I am jerked awake.
My heart starts to palpitate. My hands commence to shake.
I suddenly remember what bothered me back then.
Today’s the day I set for my diet to begin!
The prompt word today was nervous.
Back Seat Driver
You are a lovely woman, Kate—
enough to cause my breath to bate,
enough to stun and addlepate—
but if we stop to ruminate
each time we reach another gate,
it is my fear that we’ll be late.
Why not let me cogitate
when forward progress to abate?
If necessary, I vow to wait
as we wage a long debate
on whether to go left or straight
as we approach the interstate,
but each time you excoriate,
criticise or agitate
for route changes, I rue my fate
the day I set up this blind date!!!
From: Your very competent driver, Nate
The prompt today was ruminate.
This is the road that leads from the main highway into the little beach town where I spend time each year. I’m presently here for three months. And this is one of the first things I see along the way:
It’s the “Jesus, Mary and Joseph” Authentic Mexican Kitchen Restaurant. Heavenly food, I’m sure.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/the-road-taken/
Leftovers
New words fly at me in a swarm.
They do not mean to do me harm,
but still I feel beaten and battered.
They might feel they haven’t mattered
if I do not use them all,
and yet I feel the beach’s call.
The dog is clamoring to be fed
while I am writing this instead.
The guilt of it cuts like a knife.
I’ve got to go and have a life!
I save the words already used,
and lest the others feel abused,
I leave them on the page as well
to tell the stories they might tell
If I had the time to use them.
I hope you’ll take time to peruse them:
fife strife excel tell bell yell cell
The prompt today was swarm.
Grandpa’s Lament
Oh to be nimble, unfettered and young––
heedless, with yesterday’s breath on my tongue.
Scuffed shoes unpolished and hair all awry,
with nary a reason for white shirt or tie.
Chucking small stones, shooting rubber bands.
Gritty black fingernails, scandalous hands
sporting sand from the sandbox or silky black loam
from digging for earthworms or sliding on home.
I’d like to be lithesome and agile and spry––
a long life in front of me before I die;
but my years are numbered, my life’s nearly over.
Gone is my past as a rambler and rover.
I sit on my porch and watch younger men
take off for those places I’ve already been;
knowing my wild years are too far behind me.
I’m an Energizer bunny with no one to wind me.
Maddeningly, although I know I still dream, I forget them the moment my eyes open. Instead, I usually wake up with the first line of a poem on my mind. In this case, I used it as the second line of this morning’s poem.
Must be spring. The primavera trees are blooming!
https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2017/03/05/sunday-trees-277/
Sighted these blooms on an African Tulip tree across the street from Martin’s Restaurant, where we conduct our weekly writers group. The roof had a piece of plastic tarp hanging down from it that flapped in the wind, obscuring this view. I had to take a few to finally get this. My favorite tree. I had a yellow one in my yard that was blocking my last view of the lake so sadly I had to cut it down.
https://ceenphotography.com/2017/03/03/flower-of-the-day-march-4-2017-tulip/
https://ceenphotography.com/2017/03/06/flower-of-the-day-march-7-2017/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 