For Cee’s FOTD.
So what happens when all the bans are lifted? Have we learned anything at all from this unprecedented event which has affected the entire world? Read on for some provoctive thoughts on the matter.
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My friends Jesus and Jesus Eduardo who are spending their isolation time by helping to make my house more beautiful. Project still in process.
The News
I swore I would not write about our narcissistic president
or any other White House or Washington D. C. resident.
I’d avoid mention of the Dow and boycott themes ubiquitous,
stuffing down objections to tweets famously obliquitous.
I thought it was a piece of cake I’d slice off with a knife
to avoid this elephant that dominates my life,
but then the daily prompts came in and blew my plans away.
Could it be more obvious what they want me to say???
And so here is another diatribe against the present
truths that dominate our lives and make them less than pleasant.
To compensate I’d like to try to give an antidote,
so go down to the link below and share an anecdote
of something someone’s done that’s helped to make your life worth living.
Something non-self-serving that was heartfelt, loving, giving.
The world is not made up of only villains in the news.
News is only life and we can live it as we choose.
Go HERE and tell us about something wonderful someone has done for you or those around you in this time of forced isolation. And while you are there, see the good news others have shared.
Prompt words today are cake, boycott, knife, astray and president. See? They made me do it!!!!
Yes, we are keeping our distance. They are outside. I am inside. They live in the same house, so no problem with their being in close contact.
Wheeler-Dealer
I am not sorry
for the hours I have stolen
away from your busy life.
You should have given them freely.
I was trying to teach you that.
You were such a poor student,
professing love, then
rushing off hither and yon.
Early morning flea markets
spawned caches—
rental garages stuffed with treasures
that didn’t fit into a house
already filled with me
years before you moved in.
You picked things up
in driveways
and on curbsides,
widows in the seat next to you
on bargain flights alone to Mexico.
You snatched me
from that singles party
before I even got my coat off.
Eye trained at the door,
you knew lonely
when you saw it.
Commandeering
my Ford Econoline camper van,
you drove me off to most of California,
then to Mexico,
while I tried to teach you how to be
where you were. Pouring salt on your tail,
trying to hold your gaze.
And I am not sorry— either for what I asked of you
or for throwing away the rest of you—
that busy bee, buzzing from bloom to bloom
to see what it could find.
For NaNoWriMo 2020, day 13, we are to write an apology for something we’ve stolen.
A few weeks ago, I published a photo of my pistachio tree in bloom. I’m sure you’re all on the edge of your seats wondering how those nuts are doing and if the birds have eaten them all, so snapped this photo from the hammock yesterday. Now, what other minute detail of my life would you like to know about?
All News is Not Bad News
Would each person who reads this please post one kindness that one of your neighbors or even a stranger has done for you in this time of great national and world pain and link it to comments on this post? I have had three neighbors call me and say that they were going to Costco and Walmart and offer to shop for me. My housekeeper’s son came at 9 o’clock at night after getting off work to replace the battery in my car and then called the next day to see if there was anything else he could do. Next, please. Let’s show each other that we are not our president and that we are keeping caring and decency alive in the world by our actions.
Two years ago, when the cats knocked over both of the huge precolumbian replica statues my husband and I bought to go on our entrance pedestals the day we bought our house 19 years ago, I decided to turn them into planters. The male has ferns planted in him and the female these moss roses. They decided to bloom for Easter. Happy Easter, everyone.
For Cee’s FOTD
Easter Hunts
My toy cannon muffled by an egg stuffed in its snout.
Easter grass and sugar eggs hidden inside and out.
My parents’ Easter soirees were things of grand design.
The pink nests were sister’s and the yellow ones were mine.
One disappeared behind the mirror, one behind father’s chair.
At the end, still one nest to be found, I knew not where.
Suckers, Peeps and sugar eggs, jelly beans and gummies—
sought out and stuffed in Easter baskets, then stuffed in our tummies.
My folks went to such bother, whereas I must say in truth,
If I’d been asked, I’d rather have just had a Baby Ruth!
Prompt words this Easter Sunday are truth, soiree, disappear, cannon and mirror. (You didn’t make it east this time, folks!)
With Workmen Here
The cats have flown, I know not where.
They’ve chosen to remain aloof.
They don’t await me on the stair.
The cats have flown, I know not where.
Not one to steal my favorite chair.
I do not hear them on the roof.
The cats have flown, I know not where.
They’ve chosen to remain aloof.
The NaPoWriMo prompt today was to write a triolet. A triolet is an eight-line poem. All the lines are in iambic tetrameter (for a total of eight syllables per line), and the first, fourth, and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines. This means that the poem begins and ends with the same couplet. Beyond this, there is a tight rhyme scheme (helped along by the repetition of lines) ABaAabAB.
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