I love this photo of the bougainvillea spilling over my wall into my lower lot with Jose in the background, erecting a ladrillo border around the boulders spilling down from the corner of the lot. He is such a cheerful worker and we’ve found project after project for him to do over the past year.
For Cee’s FOTD
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For me, the best travel memories always involve people. Here are some of my favorite people in some of my favorite vacation spots of my life. I could have gone on with this all day, but had to stop. Other memorable vacation spots but too little time..
Old Wall, New Flower
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When we cut back the huge wall of greenery against the wall, it revealed the need for a new paint job, but our view of Mt. Garcia was restored. I had forgotten that I even had a view of it from the ground floor. This beautiful hibiscus then photobombed the view, but we don’t mind.
For Cee’s FOTD
Ascension Dementia
When it comes to penthouse parties, I’m an equivocator
if it is a building that lacks an elevator.
Lately, my flair for climbing stairs seems to be out of whack.
When it comes to floor ascension, I do not have the knack.
My gumption seems to flag a bit as I reach the brink,
for as I run short of breath, I simply cannot think.
Thus, I’m an oxymoron, for when I climb the stair,
my mental acuity simply isn’t there.
At the bottom I am boisterous and have a lot of pep
that vanishes too quickly as I take step after step.
I try to remember what I climbed nine stories for,
but I can’t for the life of me remember anymore.
(According to poetic lexicography, an oxymoron is someone who loses mental acuity due to oxygen loss to the brain.)
Prompts today are flag, gumption, oxymoron, whack and boisterous.
After seeing the green moth in my last blue/green post, Forgottenman directed me back to the time many years ago when I first posted the photo of the green moth that lit on my screen, causing me to write a poem around it and then photograph the result. He encouraged me to reblog it, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it. It was such a unique experience forming a poem around an actual creature clinging to my screen. I can no longer remember why I named it “The Surrogate.” Any ideas? I invite your comments.
The Prompt: Sounds Right—This is clearly subjective, but some words really sound like the thing they describe (personal favorites: puffin; bulbous; fidgeting). Do you have an example of such a word (or, alternatively, of a word that sounds like the exact opposite of what it refers to)? What do you think creates this effect?
I’ve always loved the word “’Flutter” as it applies to a butterfly or moth. What better word could be used to describe the motion of their wings? The moth described in my poem, however, was noticeable because of its lack of flutter. It landed upon my computer screen like a magnetized object to metal and remained there for over two hours. The moth pictured in the poem is the actual moth. Tiny and green, it became part of my writing experience. Since it had chosen to remain in one position, directly on my screen, I was…
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Sad Movies
This movie’s so sad it should come with a tissue
and a spare one as well with the first one they issue.
I blush to admit how my tears are just gushing.
I’m surrounded by neighbors complaining and shushing.
It’s uncanny that I’d pay good money for this.
Nine dollars for me and nine dollars for sis.
I don’t need the mood swing. I don’t need this sadness—
exchanging for tears my earlier gladness.
If they’re going to produce such sad entertainment,
a least they could provide adequate containment
for all of the tears and the blowing of noses.
Entertainment this year was no bed of roses!
Prompt words today are swing, uncanny, blush, issue and spare.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 