Monthly Archives: August 2021

To Bee or Not to Bee

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To Bee or Not to Bee

Busy little honeybee adhering to each flower,
collecting all their nectar for hour after hour.
Will exhaustion stay your flight, your rubbing and your nuzzling
so there will be less honey to fulfill our need for guzzling?
Your antennae look disjointed, your hairs are slightly grizzled,
but I’m waiting for my crumpet with its honey lightly drizzled.
Do you find it pertinent that we are debating
whether you’re aware that your consumers are all waiting?

 

Prompts for the day are honeybee, adhere, grizzle, pertinent and exhaustion.

Cattails: FOTD Aug 10, 2021

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I meant to publish these two days ago on National Cat Day, but forgot. Here they are a bit late. Long live the kitties!

For Cee’s FOTD

Hermit’s Creed

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Hermit’s Creed

Although they stand stiffly at attention,
these walls reach out
and hold me safe within their middle.
They stand guardian,
cushioning sound,
deflecting sharp edges.
Lucky me to have their protection.
Foolish me to leave their arms.
Yet the butterfly
soars over and away.

 

For dVerse Poets “Stand” Quadrille prompt. The only rule for a quadrille poem is that it must have  exactly 44 words. If you want to read other poems written to this prompt, go HERE.

Return to Sender (For the “Let It Bleed” Prompt)

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Return to Sender

Tell it, please, to Cupid and to the cooing dove.
I don’t require a second chance at the game of love.
I’ve said goodbye to mystery, nostalgia and the moon.
I find the very topic of love to be jejune.

Once I was its addict, but I’ve quenched my lovelorn thirst.
I’m immune to its magic, its betrayal and what’s worst,
its transitory nature which conspires to betray
all those yearning feelings one collects along its way.

I hereby vent my sorrows and hold a mirror to
all those scattered memories to bring them into view.
Zesty looks that falter and  vows that always fail
fly away to shadows and the wintry gale.

Passions pause with time and hearts once flushed and tender,
offered up with love are now “returned to sender.”
Love blinding in its brilliance is destined to depart,
creating that inevitable sunset of the heart.

 

In the above poem, I used all of these words given for the Randomness Inked, Let It Bleed prompt :
addict, always, betray, conspire, fail, fly, goodbye, love, magic, mirror, moon, mystery, nostalgia, pause, scatter, second chance ,shadows, sunset ,thirst, time, transitory,, vent, winters and zest

For Randomness Inked, Let It Bleed.

Home Song for My Mother

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Mother with her sisters. She’s lower left.
Mother
Mom resting up with Scamp before doing the noon dishes.
Mom and sister Edith

Home Song for My Mother

Listening to our shadow.
Puppies, poems and popcorn
the center of the house.

Lens Artist Challenge: Your Inspiration

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Other than writing, I channel my inspirations by creating mixed-media story boxes that I call retablos. An explanation of the term is given in one of the photos. They may be enlarged by clicking on each photo in turn.

For the Lens Artist Challenge: Your Inspiration

Transportation in Red

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Peruvian Taxi
Sunburn
Mass Transit
Glam Car
Red on Red
Color Clash
Village Traffic
Wedding Gift
Condensed Red
Hoof and Wheel
Old for New
Slowed Down Red
Ditto

For Jude’s Life in Color prompt: Transportation in Red.
This might also suit CMMC’s August Red Challenge

Happiness

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A friend sent me this story. Such a fine allegory for life and one the world needs right now:

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Ah, To Be Young Again

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“That” picture in the wheelbarrow. I look shocked at being so posed.
My sister Patti’s horse, passed down to me.
Patti’s first formal occasion
1960, Murdo, South Dakota
Patti’s birthday. Probably her seventh.
Patti, her friend and I on the schoolground slides across the street from our house.
Patti and Karen, always the clowns.
Arty shot.

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Ah, To Be Young Again

I envy the quality
of their frivolity:
kids with the vision
of nuclear fission
filling their rollicking
ceaseless wild frolicking, 
savoring everything
that each new day will bring—
clandestine meetings
or open-air greetings.
Ah, to be young
with our dirges unsung.
I’d roll in more clover
Could I do it over.

Prompt words today are rollicking, clandestine, vision,  savor and quality.

 

Petunias, FOTD Aug 9, 2021

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For Cee’s FOTD