Monthly Archives: October 2024

All Hallow’s Eve, For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 676, Oct 20, 2024

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All Hallow’s Eve

Scratches on the door and screeches in the night
Swarms of ghoulish children determined to incite
lots of sighs of terror as a shiny harvest moon
rises to full height to a werewolf’s keening tune
accompanied by the rattle of locks attached to chains
dragged along the sidewalks to create refrains
to the ghostly moanings that can’t be soothed by reason,
thanks to macabre images of this ghastly season.
The front gate of the haunted house swings upon its hinges
as warlocks and zombies await us at  the fringes
of the woods that we must cross if we are bent on meeting
all our fellow ghosts and witches bent on Halloweening.

Prompt words for the Sunday Whirl Wordle are: scratches screeches soothes fringe image sighs locks shiny rises swarm ghoulish night

for Cellpic Sunday, Oct. 20, 2024

 

For Cellpic Sunday

Mystery Flower For FOTD Oct 19, 2024

 

For Cee’s FOTD

“Knackless,” for SOCS Oct 19, 2024

Knackless

Whether you have talent is a subject that is moot.
So far you’ve written nothing that has won you much repute.
All the latent talent that you’ve meant to expose
has turned out to be nothing  but the emperor’s new clothes.

Your instruction manuals have ended up intractable,
and all the plays you’ve written have ended up unactable.
All your readers joke that instead of a word user
you’ve proven repeatedly that you’re a word abuser.

 

The SOCS prompt is “Starts with Kn”

“The Silence of the Iambs” for MVB, Oct 18, 2024

The title, by the way, is talking about iambs, not lambs.  Hard to tell when it is capitalized.

The Silence of the Iambs

Anapests sing lullabies while dactyls gallop on.
Trochees beat a drum beat that’s heard hither and yon,
but raindrops speak in iambs, dripping from the eaves
as the torrent lessens and cups itself in leaves.
All the small feet hushed now, we can fall asleep.
We can find our dreams inside a silence that’s so deep.

 

The loud rhythms of the unseasonal rain that awakened me so early this morning have ceased, leaving only the faint drip of water off the eaves. This poem may be one that only another poet could appreciate, but for those of you who aren’t poets and who didn’t pay attention in your lit class, it is about metrical feet—the syllable rhythms within a poem and even within our everyday speech and nature itself.  A trochee (the rhythm of a native American drumbeat replicated in the poem “Hiawatha”) is an accented or long syllable followed by a short one. An iamb is the rhythm in the English we speak every day––a short syllable followed by a long one. An anapest is the rhythm of a lullaby. (short short long) whereas a dactyl (the rhythm of a horse’s gallop) is its opposite (long short short).

MVB’s prompt for the day is Silence

 

For Fibbing Friday, Oct 18, 2024

The words for Fibbing Friday are:

1. Rubaboo: What you do when you hit your arm hard against something!
2. Wampum: What you should do to a fresh date.
3. Taradiddle: What Rhett called his affair with Scarlett!
4. Yitten?:  What the shy cowboy asked the school marm to ask her out to dinner.
5. Dingus: What the hit and run driver did.
6. Pronk: What the stuffy British governess called the joke pulled on her by her charges.
7. Fipple: A cross between a fig and an apple.
8. Bupkis: What be the opposite of a down kiss.
9. Deckled: What the ship’s officer did to the pretty new passenger.
10. Brouhaha: A giggle prompted by lofting a few too many beers!!!

Garden Tour Saturday, Oct 19 in the Raquet Club, San Juan Cosala!!!

My garden will be one of the six shown in this garden tour and art show on Saturday, Oct. 19 in the Raquet club.  I’ll also be selling my books in the art show. More info below:

 

Here’s a teaser of a small part of my gardens, that include the lot next door that I purchased and am in the process of turning into a sculpture park. If we can get it installed in time, Isidro Xilonxochitl will be showing one of his large sculptures there.

 

The pictures below are a few shots of my upper garden. Click on photos to enlarge.

 

Honeysuckle, for FOTD Oct 17, 2024

For Cee’s FOTD

Falling, for Wed. Poetry Prompts 717

Falling

  I dreamed I fell into the rain 
that held me in its midst.
It flooded me with memories:
the room where we first kissed,
the tree tapping the window
as you claimed me as your own,
both caught up in that deluge 
where I now drift  alone.

For Wednesday Poetry Prompts 717, the prompt words are: dream, fall, own, rain, tree, window.

Terrace Arrangement for FOTD for Oct 16, 2024

For Cee’s FOTD