Foxtail
We live in a modular world, things changing around us so fast that what we once thought we’d always remember can pass in a blur. We come together and we part, now close, now remote, castoff too fast to really memorize each other so that years later, we half-remember by a certain picture in the mind, a passing scent, a strain of music. Something. There was something special. Half-grasped, caught like a foxtail in our mind.
Prompt words are castoff, together, modular, blur and remote. Image by Emmy M on Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Lovely read. Feels really gentle lol.
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Thanks, Tia. I am glad you enjoyed the poem and that you commented!
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That’s how it felt writing it, Tia. A good observation.
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Beautiful, poignant poem.
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Thanks, Sadje. The prompt words just seemed to come together today, even the one that was published after I wrote this piece and added it. There was just the right place for it.
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You’re welcome! Yes, it felt very well put together.
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How true and sad. We need to slow down and enjoy everything around us.
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That’s one positive thing the Coronavirus has accomplished…in my life, at least.
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Absolutely. Age does that to us. And Covid!
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So true. So swiftly Time carries us away from the familiar. So clever using “foxtail” like this!
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Funny but we were just having a conversation on foxtails yesterday in a Zoom session. So often these synchronicities happen.. and then I read three blogs in a row today after writing my foxtail piece and they all had to do with foxes or foxtails or foxglove flowers. And, I just told my friends yesterday that I want to build a small pond in my lot below to attract foxes..and just read a book about Zorro! It is the week of the fox.
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The perfect answer to the prompt. Well done.
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Again, Judy, this is beautiful.
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Thanks, Linda.
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