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These wild orchids feel right at home in my royal poinciana tree. I forget they are there, tucked away in the branches and then suddenly one day look up and they are blooming. Like a gift of flowers from a mysterious benefactor.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/27/flower-of-the-day-october-28-2016-rose/
Last year, I did a post about a neglected gravesite that I adopted, cleared and decorated. Yesterday, I went back to check on it and this is what I found:
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I guess I have my work cut out for me again this year, although underneath the volunteer foliage, I made out the much-enlarged forms of aloe plants I planted last year. Perhaps I’ll find some of the sun roses, as well, once I’ve cleared away a bit.
I had made the mistake of coming in through the front entrance of this large graveyard, and since the plot I adopted last year was at the very back, it was hard work finding my way back uphill through the maze of graves back to my car. Time and again, I came to a dead end, my way blocked by a huge crypt or fenced off area. There seem to be no clearly defined paths, but on my circuitous way back, I came upon this little grave even bleaker in its surroundings than that of my adopted departeds, although marked by a Virgin of Guadalupe that was beautifully patinaed by age:
The prompt today is “graveyard.”
Wordless
Your words so vivid
that they roped me,
binding me securely
as they drew me in.
The rub of your words
and their scent and flavor.
Their nubbiness and length
and width and breadth.
The hands of your words
uprooting me
and planting something
solid in my place.
How could I have known
one day they’d vanish
as though never there.
Smoke signals
from a distant hill
now risen from my sight
and almost rubbed out
from my memory.
The prompt word today was “smoke“.
https://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/09/01/jnws-halloween-challenge/
Beating the Bans
If you think that I’ve flunked at being a wife
and been 86’d from a domestic life,
was it the pie crust that I made too tough?
Might I have failed at life in the buff?
Didn’t I kiss right? Did I flub the pressing,
leaving a wrinkle in my husband’s dressing?
Did I speak out too much for my kind?
Not take into account that fellows might mind
if I had a career of my own to take care of,
not feeling it adequate I had a pair of
breasts you could fondle or legs I could wind,
an adequate body, a perky behind?
If I’m not the kind of lass you might marry,
the sort who leaves you rattled and wary:
brash and smart and outspoken and bold,
excellent negotiator, stubborn and cold?
If I am unfit as a humble home’s resident,
perhaps I might make you an excellent president!
Don’t know why I like this photo so much, but had to share it as an oddball!!! I guess I’m just an oddball.
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/21/cees-odd-ball-photo-challenge-2016-week-42/
