

Words are as versatile as bricks. Whether they build a sidewalk or a wall is up to the one who uses them.


Words are as versatile as bricks. Whether they build a sidewalk or a wall is up to the one who uses them.
(I posted this photo this morning but had appointments all day long until now, when I’m finally posting a poem to go with it. I just now noticed it is my 2,000th post in this blog!!)

Judy Dykstra-Brown Photo
To a Pensive Pre-teen with Her Toes Curled in the Sand,
Outside the Beachside Cafe with Her Chin Cupped in Her Hand
What might you be dreaming of?
What thoughts have formed your frown,
child sitting on the steps
where ocean meets the town?
Perhaps you do not have a coin
to stay the vendor’s cart
for paletas of strawberry
or guava, cold and tart.
Perhaps you do not wish to stay
and yet you cannot leave.
There are so many stories
that a taleteller could weave.
But the truth is, you’re eleven,
and your parents are inside.
Reason enough for you to choose
the company of the tide.
Note: A paleta is an ice cream bar or popsicle.

I knew at once what photo I’d use to illustrate the word “pensive,” but what I write about it is going to have to wait until I get back from driving Pasiano to see the doctor…More about that later.
Yolanda claims Grimmer’s ghost was here the morning she died and that it rang the bell over the door and when she and Pasiano went to see who it was, there was no one there. Yolanda said her spirit rang the bell and walked out the door to go for a walk… That is what spirits do in Mexico.
Then I remembered 15 years ago when my neighbor Celia said she had seen my husband’s ghost walk up the steps to her house in a blue flame. Why didn’t she tell me at the time, I asked, and she replied that she hadn’t wanted to upset me.
I asked Yolanda if she remembered the time she stood with her arms out and wouldn’t let Grimmer go out the door until she let her press her very wrinkled shorts. We decided maybe this time Grimmer had escaped Yolanda’s exacting standards
Later on Monday, when I had spent hours looking for my credit card, Yolanda suggested I light a candle for the little triptych of San Antonio that I bought at the feria this year. (San Antonio is the finder of lost objects.) I did so and the candle burned away completely to nothing, yet I never found my credit card.
If not the spirits themselves, at least the thoughts of spirits have been with us this week.

Dykstra-Brown Photo
I received the below new lunch menu from a local restaurant via email immediately before reading the daily prompt, which was “Flourish.” It was inevitable that the two would merge.
Fishless Chips
Never have I had a wish
for any kind of seafood dish––
fillet of flounder or tuna knish.
The only menu I find delish
is piscine-free, served with a flourish.
So if this bod you wish to nourish,
just french fry spuds and skip the fish!
is, I fear, devoid of fish.https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/flourish/
Oh no! I left three of my What’s This items out of my first posting!!! Here they are:
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/05/17/cees-fun-foto-challenge-whats-this/