Where Time Goes
They have not vanished without a trace.
Past years are written on your face.
They web your skin like finest lace,
its former smoothness to efface,
and write a story in its place.
The prompt today was replacement.
Found this lovely on my way back from the weekly outside market. I’m pretty sure it is a type of canna lily. I’m sure some kind botanical soul will set me straight on its identity if I am wrong.
Here‘s Cee’s luscious flower. I’m horribly allergic to them, but they are surely pretty.
We didn’t really need another dog, but Frida was tired of being herded around by Diego and what could it hurt to find Diego a new playmate?
(Please click on first photo to enlarge all photos and read captions.)
In response to this prompt: https://ceenphotography.com/2017/01/24/cees-fun-foto-challenge-good-and-bad/
Boob Tube?
If only brassieres were pneumatic,
uplift would be automatic.
Once more, we’d sport that perfect coning
without benefit of toning,
surgery or silicone.
Our ladies would just stand alone,
proudly there in front of us
with less strapping and less fuss.
When they invented inner tubes,
why did they neglect ones for boobs?
The prompt word today was automatic.
Rose
We are all filters of the world,
taking the news in—the happy births
and inane deaths, the charities and cruelties,
the beauties and the gross ugliness
of nature and of human nature.
These things pass through us or get stuck,
taking us with them into the poles of our own natures.
Those ills of the world we choose to dwell on
change us if we are not careful to let them go again
or to act in a manner opposite—
which causes us to seed new hope
which just might, just might
catch hold in the sieves
of others
and bloom.
A concrete poem is one that takes the form of what it describes. I could find no photo of a rose in my photo library, so the form of the poem will have to do to illustrate its meaning.
The prompt today was “filter.”
Trying to keep it simple is harder than you think.
Each time I straighten out my life, fate adds another kink.
Today’s prompt was “Simple“.
The march and demonstration in La Manzanilla, Mexico, the day after President Trump’s inauguration was by no means strictly a women’s march, as you will see by these photos. Inspiring. No violence. No anger. Just statements of beliefs and expressions of unity. Men, women, children, Mexicans, Canadians, Americans. A well-thought-out and positive speech, many hats, many signs, short four block march around the triangle. I love the people who live all or part of the year in this town.
(Click on first photo to enlarge all and see translations of the signs.)
