“Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations
That is known as the children’s hour.”
–excerpt from The Children’s Hour” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
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The challenge was to choose a favorite poem and to publish photos to illustrate it.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/half-light/
On February 20 of this year, I posted an entry about the Scrub Daddy Sponge my sister put in my Xmas stocking.
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The Demise of Scrub Daddy
Scrub Daddy, Scrub Daddy, where you gone?
There in pieces, so limp and wan,
you hardly seem the selfsame sponge
meant to scour and expunge
clinging morsels of cooked-on rice
when I swipe once and maybe twice.
Yet after only thirty days,
I must amend my former praise,
for after one-too-many rubbings,
you haven’t very many scrubbings
left in you. You’ve lost your heart,
unstiffed your starch, fallen apart!
Scrub Daddy, Scrub Daddy, I won’t buy
another cut-out scrub sponge guy.
I’ll make do with a simple square
that’s lacking mouth and eyes and hair.
Though you’d win any cuteness casting,
I’ll choose a sponge that’s longer lasting!
Now, if you want to know the full story of Scrub Daddy, read my earlier posting about him Here.
And, if you want to know the final outcome of this story, read this:
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2016/06/14/scrub-daddy-goes-on-fiesta/
and, since this post follows in the footsteps of an earlier one, I’m posting it in Footsteps as well.
Empty Studio
My memories
are footsteps
leading me to you.
I smell your scent of wood,
your sweat with the bouquet of bronze,
remember the finger you sacrificed
to impetuosity and art.
Finally the world fed all of you to the blade––
our severance as final as one of your straight sure cuts––
making you into memory I follow one step at a time,
my passing visible through stone dust
and wood shavings on the floor.
This is how you and I
create patterns
even after you are gone
from memories as fragmented
as what you left behind
when you created art––
stone chips, sawdust, pebbled glass,
curls of metal and winged shards of paper––
my footprints
pushing them farther apart
each time I pass through.
Leaving more of me
and less of you.
Lush Lilac
If anyone knows what flower this is, I would be happy to know! This is my 1800th post!!! Is there anyone who has seen them all? If so, I’d like to hear from you. Or from anyone who hasn’t!!!
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http://ceenphotography.com/2016/03/25/flower-of-the-day-march-26-2016-daffodil/
“No Fear” is a poem that I wrote so long ago that hardly anyone now reading my blog has read it before. You can read it Here.
(Be sure to click on the first photo and then on arrows to view all photos in a larger size. You must see the photo of the baby at the lower left of the gallery enlarged, as well as the sweet couple sharing the shawl!)
http://hughsviewsandnews.com/2016/03/22/hughs-weekly-photo-challenge-week-18-sweet/
Mute Assistance
Trapped in a lake under the kelp,
I’m gonna need a little help.
While climbing ladders, as I stand there
I could use a steadying hand there.
A sous chef’s nice when cooking meals,
a strong arm needed when I wear heels;
but when I tell a funny story,
or one that’s scary, tense or gory,
as towards the denouement I’m wending,
don’t help by blurting out the ending!
The prompt today was HELP!
Casa Tortuga (turtle) on the beach in La Manzanilla.
https://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com/2016/03/24/thursday-doors-march-24-2016/
I seem to be stuck on orange and blue for my contrasting colors! But, the one of the animals seems to contain most of the opposites: yellow and purple, orange and blue, red and green, purple and green, gold and blue, tangerine and dull blue, green and violet, Perhaps I’ll find more tomorrow when I’m not so sleepy.
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