The palm flowers are dried and about to start raining down on everything below . This is one stalk overlooked by the tree cutters. I’m just hoping a big wind doesn’t come up and blow them all into the pool. Pretty, but messy. It’s good to have leaves and flowers on the Plumeria, though. It has been naked branches since before Xmas.
For Cee’s FOTD
Overheard in the Home for Retired Musicians
I’m stymied by your crepitus. Your embouchure’s divine.
If you don’t have your own tune, would you harmonize with mine?
Your tonality is breathtaking, your rhythm right on beat.
Your syncopation’s perfect. I fear I can’t compete.
As we play, our joints keep time. My knees snap, crackle, pop.
If our music were to lead to love, you’d have to be on top!
Regimin
I eat vegetables, berries and seeds to quell my hunger,
for I gotta mind my gullet. I’m not getting any younger!
I must nullify the ills of a life of over-eating
if I wanna dull the din of a heart that’s over-beating.
Jane Fonda is my idol. Can you see the pecs on me?
I exercise each morning, and my diet’s sugar-free.
I’m gonna live forever ’cause I jog and bike and run.
My one and only problem is, I never have no fun!
Words of the day are gullet, nullify, idol, din, seed and free. Image by Malik Skydsgaard on Unsplash.
Bossing Words Around
Poems used be as easy as falling off a log,
but I get more rickety with every single blog.
Sure, there is a wellspring of thoughts within my head,
but there’s a bit of work involved before those thoughts get read.
Sometimes they disband and fall apart before they’re pieced,
and no one ever sees these poems that end up as deceased.
So though words are my idols, whether earthy or dramatic,
I must say dealing with them is sometimes most traumatic.
If only words would step in line in meaning and in rhyme,
perhaps I would achieve my goal every single time!
Today’s prompts are log, rickety, idol, wellspring, dramatic, and disbanded.
Maybe also for NaPoWriMo?
I had a very traumatic day, actually, and when I came to the end of it and finally had time to write this poem, I found that Forgottenman had totally set up all the prompt links for me, including for NaPoWriMo. This for me is sweeter than chocolates or flowers! And that is the reason why I’m even posting a poem today. oxoxox to him.
I think the echeverias are every bit as pretty as flowers and half the bother, so here are a couple I’m sharing!
For Cee’s FOTD
Fly-Bye on the Day of the Dead
That fly that chose to falter
for a minute on the altar
I’d constructed for my lover
should have made the choice to hover.
The worst choice of all
was to choose to land and crawl
attracting my attention
to a means of his detention.
Namely, to kill the squatter
with a switch of my fly swatter.
Though he was silent ever after,
no more soaring floor and rafter,
it was I who did the gasping,
for the bottle he was clasping
of my mourned-ones favorite drink
soared out to shatter in the sink.
Thus in the battle between darter
and me, he was the martyr
while I strained my funny bone
accepting actions to atone
by cleaning glass shards from the table
and all places I was able
to reach within the kitchen
without grumbling and bitchin’.
Then I quickly made a trip
to buy a sticky strip
so future flies would be defeated
and my actions not repeated.
Prompts For the Sunday Swirl Wordle 600
are: bones gasping strip switch shatters battle fly altar martyr bottle crawl falter
Info Overload
Contemporary culture is one I dread to contemplate—
much more prone to outcry than to logical debate.
Folks bury fact with fiction misleading and irrelevant,
quelling truth and logic in favor of their rave and rant.
Who can deal with all the various sorts of messaging,
let alone absorb events rarely less than harrowing?
Lately my delete button has become my dearest friend
as I limit messages mostly to ones I send!!!
Prompts today are bury, outcry, contemporary, contemplate, absorb and irrelevant.
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I cannot figure out where to link this so I’m doing so HERE for the Lens-Artists Challenge.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 