First
After the dance, we walked the streets all the long night through,
moving to a doorstep to avoid the cleaning crew.
You let me rabbit on about every silly thing,
then made your wordless statement as the morning birds took wing.
Lifting through the rising sun, they faded into mist,
unaffected by the fact that I had just been kissed.
Then you restored my fallen hat, my scattered keys and purse,
that morning without equal in my young universe.
I had so much fun looking back through old photos of my dad. Thought I’d share them with you. My two nieces are visiting my sister in Phoenix right now so thought they’d get a kick out of seeing these photos of their grandad and grandad-in-law as well. Click on any photo to enlarge it. Clicking on them also provides explanations for some of the photos. My dad died at the age of 70 in 1974.
This prompt word of “daddy” hadn’t been posted yet when I wrote my poem for the day using the other three prompts from sites I draw my words from every day, but now that it has been posted, I think it deserves its own post. This post from three years ago was not viewed by many people now reading my blog, so thought it warranted a second posting.
The prompt for the day was daddy.
This is Marilyn, my sister’s across-the-street neighbor. We went to college together but didn’t know each other then. A while ago she started reading my blog and she says her heart was especially tugged by the Scrub Daddy Saga, which with this blog is stretching to 4 posts—I think the most I’ve devoted to any topic. To read the opening episodes, you can go HERE, (Don’t forget to read the the best part––the comments of a representative of the Scrub Daddy corporation who somehow becomes aware of my posting and enters into the rhyme fest,) then HERE, then HERE.
Marilyn arrived one day with a package that included a number of the Scrub family whom I had never met before. They came complete with the note below: “Here is what happens when Scrub Daddy and Scrub Mommy get together. Va-Va-Voom!! Scrub Mommy was there dressed all in pink…
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Recluse
Like a rabbit in its burrow, you hide yourself away.
Do you frolic in the nighttime and obscure yourself all day?
How can you be so opposite of all the world’s routine?
What is it you are doing that you are so rarely seen?
I’d buy you an alarm clock if you think that it would aid
your efforts to return yourself to the daily parade.
My offer is not insincere. I’ll do what I must do
to try to spend some daylight hours with the likes of you!
Ballroom Intervention:
Trod Upon Blues
This gratuitous violence that you insist is dancing
insures that there will definitely be no further prancing.
I don’t intend to be the victim of your future trodding.
My toes can’t take another night of your infernal plodding.
If you must sashay, my dear, I think it would be fine
if you took a few lessons to insure that you will shine
when next you ask a girl to dance, lest your skills depreciate
to a level where the least of us will not appreciate
your extended hand out to ask us for a dance.
I’m afraid not one of us is willing now to chance
damage to her Manolos, let alone her toes.
We’ll simply have to get along with more accomplished beaus.
So with most loving intentions, we’ve all chipped in to buy
a coupon for dance lessons for our favorite clumsy guy.
We hope that you will take it in the way that it’s intended,
and that you won’t be angry, downhearted or offended.
Please accept these lessons, dear. After just a few
instead of asking us to dance, we’ll be asking you!
Prompt words today are night, sashay, gratuitous and shine.
| sinónimos: | unjustified, without reason, uncalled for, unwarranted, unprovoked, undue; Más
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