Unmirrored Insight
I spy, climbing high,
green like me, under the sky.
When I’m inside it, I wonder why
I no longer greet the eye
of every creature passing by.
For this “I Spy” Photo promp: https://patriciasplace.me/2019/09/11/in-other-words-spy/
So that’s how they do that!!
The Fix
They say it was just happenstance that they ever met—
she a wealthy spinster, he of the lower set.
He liked his women spicy. She was a basket case.
She, aloof and cloistered, considered workmen base.
She had notified the landlord of a problem with her plumbing.
For at least a week, he promised that someone was coming,
so by the time the plumber finally came to fix her pipes,
she was apoplectic—chock full of niggling gripes.
Any other normal man would have been offended
when she hovered and she chattered as he soldered, wrenched and mended,
but he had an even temperament, so he maintained his cool
as she niggled over every move and questioned every tool.
Finally, as she hovered, questioning that and this,
he simply rose and drew her into a passioned kiss
that stifled all her sputterings
and muffled all her mutterings,
until she ceased her protests, surrendered to the fun
and repaid him all his kisses, returning one for one.
It was a simple wedding with little pomp or strife.
And that is how the lady found someone to fix her life.
Prompt words for the day are happenstance, aloof, spicy, notify and basket.
Click on any photo to enlarge all.
For: https://travelsandtrifles.wordpress.com/2019/09/07/lens-artists-challenge-62-silhouettes/
Yesterday I went down to the garden and there were two perfect blooms on my new white hibiscus bush. Today I went down to photograph them, and they were gone–lying on the ground, tightly wrapped in their burial shrouds. On my way back up to the house, however, I saw this bud which tomorrow will be in full bloom. The world keeps refurbishing itself.
For Cee’s FOTD
Tropical Gig
A cricket and a katydid in need of some excitement
when the cold winds started, and with no other incitement,
set out on upon a sea journey, their ship an old guitar.
(It wasn’t very roomy. Oh, but it was yar!)
They christened her as Lulabelle after an old amor.
They thought they’d sail the whole wide world from shore to shore to shore.
Setting off from Mexico, they drifted with the breeze,
their water and provisions stacked up around their knees.
The cricket sang such lullabies. The katydid chimed in,
a catfish as a tagalong stroked rhythms on its fin.
Guileless in their motives, they sought no fame nor riches.
From port to port they drifted, with only minor glitches.
On Isla Mujeres, they met a small land crab
that had been used in research in an oceanic lab.
It lit up in the darkness with a thousand little lights.
And so they offered it a ride to light up starless nights.
They drifted off to Cuba atop an ocean swell,
telling all the stories that they had to tell.
Traitorous loves and conquests, flight through the summer night.
The sand crab told of capture after a valiant fight.
The cricket had such stories of houses he’d been in.
The katydid could mime a leaf: long and green and thin.
When they made their music, the crab just clacked its claws.
All night they chirred and clattered—sometimes without a pause.
By the time they got to Cuba, they had a stirring act.
They drew the gulls and pelicans to listen—it’s a fact!
They got a gig in Havana, playing in a bar,
drawing folks to hear them from both near and far.
The cricket’s name is Chirrup and and Katydid is Slim.
The Crab’s name is Oblongus—based on the shape of him.
Their act can be heard nightly in the ocean dunes,
where they will serenade you with their blended tunes.
Prompt words for today are guitar, guileless, traitor, research and excitement.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day, Sep 9, 2019
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