This is how the one tiny thunbergia I planted on the other side of the wall has taken over on the street side of my wall: (Are you ready for me to switch flowers or do you want to see macros of this photo shoot tomorrow?)
(Click on first photo to enlarge all)
Posted for Cee’s Flower of the Day Prompt.
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An Agnostic’s Creed Query
Who knows, in the end,
what will be good fortune, what folly?
We make our choices, take our chances,
drawing straws that synchronicity turns long
or misfortune cuts in two.
One person’s good luck
is another’s ruin—
life, perhaps, being the biggest lottery
while the lord of games sits above
in his windowed cage, viewing the results
of his design. The wheel? Blind luck,
but part of some larger mechanism
rigged to keep the house functioning
for purposes that the faithful, those addicted to the game,
repeat like a litany, still pulling the slot handle, sorting the cards,
assuring themselves, over and over,
that they are taken into account.
The prompt today was “folly.”
A conundrum is a kind of riddle based upon some fanciful or fantastic resemblance between things quite unlike. It creates a puzzling question, of which the answer is or involves a pun. Solve this riddle and win a prize. (My admiration.) Try not to look at the comments until you’ve guessed the answer yourself. Then, please brag to me about it in the comments section!
What does not think but has a head?
Has many stories never read?
For each of us, just one, not many.
Contains much heart, yet has not any.
Some say once gone, you can’t go back,
and though one letter it may lack,
with it, if you hit the ball,
you’ll have the finest luck of all.
Add “r” and cover all the bases,
and you’ll bring smiles to many faces.
And when you finally come in free,
you’ll find you have come back to me.
Today’s prompt word is “conundrum.”
As I explained yesterday, I planted one little thunbergia vine to the far right of this photo a few years ago. Now where are they? (Click on first photo to enlarge and read captions.)
Somehow, they’ve jumped both the wall and the sidewalk and are twining around just about everything. All of these fellows are on far left of the first photo, and on the other side of the sidewalk from the original location of the vine
As Cee goes obsessive regarding poinsettias, I’m using it as an excuse to obsess over thunbergia.
Click on first photo to enlarge all.
When my neighbors’ gardener leaned over my wall to cut the main stems of the vines that swathed my fifteen-year-old palm tree, and the entire wall beside my house, it made for a lot of work and expense to cut and remove the vine that weeks before had been a lush verdant green covered with blue thunbergia flowers. It took four truckloads to haul it away. Good fences do not always make good neighbors.
This is what the vine looked like before its demise!!
Cee has a prompt series going that involves titles for children’s games. This week’s topic is “Chutes and Ladders.” Actually, a game I’ve never played!! Afraid I interpreted the prompt as a homonym rather than verbatim.
Meat Market Surprise
Her low-cut dress clearly bespoke
her dire need to meet a bloke.
When she removed her swathing cloak,
a dozen men at once awoke
from barroom reveries to choke
on swallows of their Rum and Coke
or beer or whisky. “Okeedoke!”
their eyes said, as they shared the joke.
Which one would have the night’s best poke?
One chugged his drink, as if to stoke
his courage. One more took a toke.
They circled round, craving the yoke
of one night’s spree–perhaps a soak
in penthouse hot tub most Baroque?
Then, as though wishes could invoke
more luck, a mini-skirt and toque-
clad example of fine womanfolk
appeared , more passions to provoke—
another goddess made to evoke
a duel, heart attack or stroke!
But then, alas, their bubbles broke
as she sauntered up and pulled an oak
stool to the bar and spoke.
Her voice was sultry—fire and smoke—
as she killed their dreams in one fell stroke.
“Darling,” she said to the other miss,
enfolding her in an ardent kiss.
The prompt word today is “bespoke.”
I just can’t resist more photos of this Spanish Dancer Hibiscus. New girl in town every morning! Click to enlarge.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/12/12/flower-of-the-day-december-13-2016-poinsettia/
Party Crashers: Thunbergia makes a nosy neighbor: Thunbergia and Birds of Paradise.
Transcendental Bad Boy
Nowhere to go, nowhere to flee.
I cannot run away from me.
I’m stuck inside with no way out.
Just me, with no one else about.
All the others are there outside
this place where I alone abide.
If I could climb out of my skin
and leave this body that I’m in,
escape myself from head-to-toe,
I wonder where I’d choose to go?
Perhaps a river, perhaps a sea––
anyplace that wasn’t me.
For one day, I’d be a cloud
if changing stages of matter’s allowed.
Floating high up in the blue,
I’d think of new things I could do.
I’d find parades for me to view,
then just for fun, rain on a few.
If I were water and you drank me,
I’d view you internally.
Tickle your uvula and then
slide down the chute inside your skin.
Inside you, I would rage and thunder,
from your throat to way down under.
If I were wind, I’d lift the skirts
of dour old ladies and teenage flirts.
I’d muss the hair of social mavens,
pluck nestlings from the beaks of ravens.
No telling what a menace I’d be
if I’d not been limited to me!
The prompt word today was flee.
Cee’s flower today is a gorgeous poinsettia. See it HERE.
