Monthly Archives: February 2025

Seeing Red for CFFC

 

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Just for the fun of it, I decided to leave the captions on the photos. Some will make sense, some won’t as they are all from former posts. For CFFC, RED!!!

Hibiscus Profile, For FOTD Feb 17, 2025

 

For Cee’s FOTD

“Dear Jane” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle, Feb 16, 2025

Dear Jane

I hold your letter in my hand as the sun like a crimson dragon claws  through the thinning clouds––spreading its sunset colors against a sky bruised with the remnants of an earlier fog. It casts a halo around your head–a spell broken by what you have just repeated to me in person––those words that have hollowed out my heart, now empty of all those past promises gone without a trace.

You are bound for the glory of that new career, far off in a golden land. No mention of my coming along. So I will remain, formerly yours, broken-hearted, in this place where the sun has now set for you, ready to rise again, as you will, on the other side of the world.

 

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle #694 the prompt words are: hollow clawing bruised broken spell spiralingfog halo bound trace dragon crimson

 

Incandescent Insect Insomnia for MVB, Feb 16, 2025

 

                        

Incandescent Insect Insomnia

When nature made the  glow worm glimmer,
would that she’d installed a dimmer;
for when I put out the light,
what I expect is total night.

When it puts itself in action,
I fear it sets up a distraction.
Little glow worm on the shelf,
please keep your glowing to yourself.

 

For My Vivd Blog, the prompt is Glimmer. Photo gleaned from the Internet.

“Weekend Dogs” for Cellpic Sunday, Feb 16, 2025

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For Cellpic Sunday

Cross: For One Word Sunday, Feb 16, 2025

 

For One Word Sunday, the prompt is Cross

Valentine Hibiscus for FOTD Feb 15, 2025

For Cee’s FOTD

“Stickler” for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Feb 14, 2025

 

Photo by Ryan O’Niel on Unsplash. Used with permission

Stickler

The banker, the doctor, the rabbi, the priest
used to jam back in high school and never ceased.
They’ve been meeting on Saturday nights all their lives
leaving their girlfriends and bishops and wives
to drink beer and rap and have deep discussion
about riffs and choruses, notes and percussion.
The priest is the drummer. He wields a wild stick.
The rabbi’s a string guy. The cello’s his schtick.
The banker plays sax and the doctor’s on keys,
but they’re all pretty good at  shooting the breeze.

It’s as hot as a sauna and still they play on.
All through the night and into the dawn.
the priest squeegees his glasses off with his left thumb
while his right is engaged in beating the drum.
He’s a stickler for rhythm, enthralled with the beat.
He stirs a small zephyr while stomping his feet.
When they’ll stop playing is anyone’s guess.
It’s obvious they overlook my duress.
They’ve had a good jam. A most excellent session,
but the priest better scoot or he’ll miss my confession!

The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday  is Stickler.

I Took a Picture of Your Name for dVerse Poets, Feb 14, 2025

I Took A Picture Of Your Name.

After so many years, seeing it again on the screen,
I took a picture of your name.
Not written by your hand,
it had a strangeness––
featureless, revealing nothing.
It had no voice,
no breath.

Out there sharing itself with the world,
it has formed a wall around
that intimacy it birthed when you took my hand in yours,
using your name to pull me closer,
powerless against its strength on your tongue.

Everyone wanted to share a part of what made you you,
but I only wanted to be with you, back when,
scrawled in your careless hand,
you were written on my soul.

Wanting to be perfect for you,
remembering that tattoo you traced across my back.
Your name and mine.
“Always,” you wrote.

For the dVerse Poet’s Pub, Feb 14, 2025

To see other poems written to this prompt, go HERE.