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These photos were, alas, taken with my phone, and so the resolution isn’t very good. I was parked waiting for a friend and this little guy just happened to fly up to the hibiscus bush right beside my driver’s side window, so I had to snap these. Lucky in the pose, unlucky with the camera available. My new camera is on its way!!!
Unevenly paired in height, yet we
have perfect mental symmetry.
The prompt is “Symmetry” and the poem can only be 10 words long for Sammi Scribble’s Challenge.
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For a few weeks last month, it seems like I was always looking up to see a man in one of my trees. They were like tamed teams of monkeys: trimming my palm trees, cutting back the huamuchile tree in my vacant lot, or men from the electric company trimming my giant royal poinciana from where it had grown around electrical wires.
For Sunday Trees 342
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Swimming to Sandy Bottom
Working my way to sandy bottom,
through murky waters growing clear.
Through all the things I daily think of,
I hone in on what I hold dear.
Swimming down to sandy bottom,
down to past truths and future fears.
The daily details float behind as
I face old matters in arrears.
If my whole life should tell a story,
how do the details all add up?
I’ve always thought time was a sieve, but
perhaps I’ll find it was a cup.
Working my way to sandy bottom,
the flotsam of my years floats near.
All the past terrors and past glories,
and future truths I’ve come to fear.
Trying to reach that sandy bottom,
no oxygen to draw my breath.
Working our ways to sandy bottom,
we spend our lives to buy our death.
All the glories and the triumphs.
All the failures and the fears.
All the trophies we’ve collected,
and all the tattered, used-up years.
Working our ways to sandy bottom,
will there be gold grains in the sands?
Too late to spend discovered riches,
they slip like lives right through our hands.
Working our ways to sandy bottom,
our lives lift up as we swim down,
As we leave the past behind us,
we find our future all around.
This was actually written as a song. I had a melody in my mind as I wrote it, but it awaits a more talented composer of music than I am. The daily addiction prompt word was “hone.”
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Here is the link for the roof challenge: https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/06/02/june-roof-square-2/
Last Minute Redemption
I have made a resolution
to attempt last-minute absolution
for the sins I have collected,
just in case I’m resurrected.
You see, I have a certain hunch
that later I’ll be in a crunch,
burdened by a heavy pack
of life’s misdeeds tied to my back,
condemned for all eternity
to never be completely free
’til I atone for every one.
Only when I’m down to none,
will I advance thus unencumbered.
Now that I know my days are numbered,
if I have ever slighted thee,
now is your time to contact me
to receive my late apology.
So Mia culpa, lo siento.
In just one second, un momento,
I will voice my sorrow for
all the ills I’ve caused you, or
all the times I didn’t say
those words that might have made your day.
For though I don’t believe in hell,
I figure that I might as well,
just in case, try for exemption
to win my guilty soul’s redemption.
Since the Daily Prompt from WordPress is now defunct, I’m trying out a number of other daily prompts. The Daily Addictions word today is redemption. Feel free to play along by clicking on the link and adding your own post on the theme to the Mr Linky link.
That Small Feeling That Something’s Wrong
My intuition sounds its gong.
I have an inkling something’s wrong.
I look around for what’s amiss,
but cannot tell what signals this.
My arm and neck hairs stir and rise,
as if to warn me of surprise.
This tiny hunch keeps me alert,
but insight is a fickle flirt.
When nothing happens, it goes away
and I live out my normal day.
That tiny niggling little prickle
might lead to nought, for insight’s fickle,
and sometimes things are just so small
that they aren’t there at all.
This poem was written in October of 2016. The RDP2 prompt today is insight.
Inertia has two contradictory definitions–one for the young and one for the old.
Inertia for the young: The tendency of an object in motion to remain in motion.
For the old: The tendency of an object at rest to remain at rest.
What an all-inclusive word. A little something for everyone!
Thanks for the prompt, Fandango!!!
Fandango’s very first prompt word for us in his new prompt site is inertia. If you want to play along, go to this link for instructions, write your post and post it on the Mr Linky site you’ll find there. Simple.
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