This wild garden tangle has a certain beauty for me. Not so for my gardener, who later trimmed it all away.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.
Nature’s Collage: Flower of the Day, May 31, 2017
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Deep Voice
Retablo by Judy Dykstra-Brown, jdb photo
Deep Voice
How do the lessons go when the student is the teacher, too?
That deep self writes clues in poetry
using a dream world to reveal the truths of day.
I trace its verity around my mind—
a well-known pattern
that has worn a groove I can’t escape.
Still hoping for a new ending, I pace the same old trail.
They are a fantasy, my hopes,
I must be taught the facts in Braille.
The prompt word today was trace.
The Reveal
The Reveal
Even when she’s in the buff,
he feels she’s not revealed enough.
He wants to know her heart and soul—
to know her entire being, his goal.
But, alas, she cannot do it.
If she does, she knows she’ll rue it.
Much as she loves a certain sir,
there is a certain part of her
that must remain a mystery.
For in this maiden’s history
are other suitors it behooved
to have her secrets all removed.
But when she revealed it all,
one by one, they did not call.
And thus she learned a maiden’s rule:
Men are fickle. Men are cruel.
Lest you be put up on a shelf,
keep parts of you safe in your self.
To keep him interested in your stuff,
Most of you is just enough.
The prompt today was “buff.”
Past its Prime: Flower of the Day, May 30, 2017
Far past its prime, this Bird of Paradise still displays a grotesque beauty.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.
Hibiscus: Flower of the Day, May 29, 2017
Every day, at least one new gift from each hibiscus bush. Same bush, new flower.
The Subtle Art of Love’s Debate
The Subtle Art of Love’s Debate
If you want true love to be your fate,
heed the advice I here relate:
the subtle art of love’s debate
requires words that resonate—
that tease and lure and serve as bait—
that charm as well as educate.
Many a lover learned too late
that loneliness would be his fate
because what he chose to relate
in one fell swoop on a first date
seemed only to exacerbate
or even worse to detonate.
Suitors, weigh your words inside
before you choose to rage or chide.
To stroll love’s pathway, walk the walk.
Take time to listen as well as talk.
Your questions will win you more hearts
than trying to display your smarts.
The greater part of conversation
lies not within one’s recitation.
Instead of gross bombacity,
express your curiosity.
Love plans require less machination.
Just greet her words with fascination.
The prompt today was detonate.
Hibiscus: Black and White Sunday and Cee’s Flower of the Day, May 28, 2017
The prompt was to publish a photo in both color and black and white. Luckily, I had just, on a whim, tried converting this hibiscus shot to black and white and was shocked to discover that I liked it better devoid of its gorgeous colors. Here is the site if you’d like to play along: https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2017/05/28/black-white-sunday-after-and-before-y1-05/
I’m also using this for Cee’s Flower of the Day challenge.
Jungle: Sunday Trees, May 28, 2017
My husband used to say that I wasn’t satisfied until people had to fight their way through the jungle to get to our house. That was long ago and far away, but things haven’t changed much since then. I love this wild tangle of Washingtonian palms, napa palms and hibiscus.
https://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2017/05/28/sunday-trees-289/
Saying It with Flowers
“Violets contain ionone, which short-circuits our sense of smell. The flower continues to exude its fragrance, but we lose the ability to smell it. Wait a minute or two, and its smell will blare again. Then it will fade again, and so on.”
— Diane Ackerman, A Natural History of the Senses
“Violets” jdb photo 2017
Saying It with Flowers
A lovely gesture, the violets—
but their scent vanished
before you walked out the door.
“It will come back,” you promised.
And so it did, that sweet aroma,
radiating from the deep heart of the flowers
for brief moments before
vanishing again—
coming and going with a greater regularity
than your coming and your going.
“There is a scientific cause for this,”
you noted, ” The fragrance is still there,
but we just lose our ability to smell it.
It will come back again.”
And you were right.
I could count upon it’s reappearance—
the mystery of its coming
and its going solved,
unlike your final exit
or why, when I requested
forget me nots,
violets are what
you gave.
“Forget Me Nots” image from internet
The prompt today was “radiate.”
“Golden Hour” A Photo a Week Challenge
On the west coast of Mexico, sunset is indeed a golden experience. I especially like the way the ocean tides reflect the colors of the sunsets. You’ll need to click on the first photo to see these all in a larger size and in better detail.
For the A Photo a Week Challenge
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