Lens Artists Challenge: Low Light
Doorways
The poignant memories of threads that I cannot rewind
lie all trailed out behind me, unraveled in my mind.
Decisions I can’t alter, choices without reprieve,
hours wiled away because I wanted to believe
but that yielded no return. Recompense was naught,
proving once again that happiness cannot be bought.
The future spreads in front of me. Will I win or lose?
As in the past, it depends on the doorways that I choose.
Prompt words today are thread, reprieve, poignant, that and doorway.
New Puppy
She’s distracted in a heartbeat by a petal or a stone.
No errant tuft of grass is ever left alone.
She does battle with the gate, makes fairy trails through sand,
makes a complicated plaything of a single human hand.
The spill of lacy shadows by the sun above the trees,
the ticking of a clock or the slightest little breeze
all demand attention. There’s no limit to the things
that become her playthings: bottles, fingers, strings.
Only sunset brings a finish to frenetic hours of play.
There is a certain surcease, finally, at the end of day.
But 1 a.m. and 4 a.m. and 6.a.m. again
mark hours when new playtimes are scheduled to begin.
Prompt words today are: sunset finish string spill heartbeat trails tick stone gate
This is a photo of a desert rose altered with LunaPic, “beauty” setting.
Here is the original shot:
For Cee’s FOTD
Forgottenman has pointed out how much Zoe looks like Frida when I first found here. Here are their photos, side-by-side.
And here is the video of Zoe bravely challenging the beer bottle that I couldn’t get posted in yesterday’s blog:
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/q92ZwGX0WpU
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Stop and Go
Consider the ramifications
of an excess of libations.
You can kiss but you can’t hug
the frothy lip of a bar mug.
It takes a bit of nerve and spine
to veer off course, to forsake wine
and face the angst of barroom gents
in favor of family events.
Hats off to drinking men who know
The proper time to stop and go!
Prompt words today are ramifications, angst, veer, spine and hug,
The Divine Supine
A chunk of ham, a pint of beans,
a glass of wine, some magazines,
an afternoon stretched out supine,
a hearty meal on which to dine.
No serious tasks to stir and pique,
No work to do. No goal to seek.
“Pronto” not an adverb you’re
likely to hear to make you stir.
Lazy days and lazy nights
are what set the world to rights.
Prompt words today are chunk, pronto, pique, supine and serious.
Yes that’s right. We took a special trip up the coast to visit an oceanside restaurant named “La Mosca” or “The Fly.” My friends went for the fresh fish, I went for the views but ended up coming home with a bonus..a tiny puppy that we named “Zoe” who will be coming home to San Juan Cosala with me tomorrow. She’s already had a number of adventures, as have we, being her companions. You will no doubt see more of her in the future. Luckily, there were more birds than flies at La Mosca.
Here is one video of Zoe at play. I’ll add another later. The best one I took, I forgot to turn the video recorder on!!! Of course.
For Cee’s FOTD
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