Flutter
One morning I woke up and came out onto my porch to view this spectacle of the birds waiting to get the leftovers from the fishermen as they cleared their gill nets of small fish used for bait. They waited patiently until the men tossed the excess fish onto the sand and departed. Then this flutter and dance ensued.
Things That Make My Teeth Itch!!!
The term “bucket list” has become so overused that it has become boring, so it was a relief when the prompt given us today was to talk about what we never want to do again. Here is a copy of a poem written a few years ago about that topic.
Don’t Make Me
Please don’t ever make me go back to Cancun.
If I never return there, I’ve visited too soon.
Don’t make me go to church again or listen to more rap.
Don’t make me go to bed at eight or take a daily nap.
I don’t want to do those things I don’t want to do.
Don’t make me look at animals trapped up in a zoo.
Brains are meant for keeping up farther in your head.
To have to eat the things I think with fills my mind with dread.
Don’t make me eat anything only adults eat:
liver, caviar, pate, kidneys or pigs’ feet.
All of those are parts of animals I’ve come to fear,
for none of them are meant to put in human mouths, my dear.
I think that I’ll live longer without jumping from above.
For bungee cords or parachutes I have no sort of love.
Even roller coasters present uncalled-for risk.
For me a walk upon the beach is adequately brisk.
Anything that’s bumpy, jerky, swooping, fast or twirly
makes me want to arrive late and go home really early.
Please don’t make me listen to those who rant and rave.
If I meet them in the street, I’ll merely nod and wave.
Let bores much given to monologues find another ear;
because those who never listen, I have no wish to hear.
Tea-partiers, loud mouths, bigots and folks in the elite
are on my list of strangers I do not need to meet.
I hope no radiation or chemotherapy
is ever necessary to make me cancer-free.
No machines to make me breathe and no dialysis.
As little poking, pushing, testing and analysis
as possible is what I wish for on my “do not” list.
Just let me go gently into that final mist.
I’ve grown to hate the overuse of “bucket list” as label
for what folks want to do before their death if they are able.
So please be more original in thinking what to call
that list of things that you most want to do before you fall.
For the thing that I don’t want as “I am” turns into “been”
Is to ever hear the phrase of “bucket list” again!
The Prompt: Never Again–Have you ever gone to a new place or tried a new experience and thought to yourself, “I’m never doing that again!” Tell us about it.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/never-again/
Finding a Path
The Prompt: Alma Mater—You’ve been asked to speak at your high school alma mater— about the path of life. (Draft the speech.
I wrote a poem last year that suits gives any further advice I’d give a young person. You can find it HERE.
(Click on first picture to enlarge and for ease in seeing gallery.)
I love looking for the story in a photo and sometimes crop to accentuate the story. Cropping a different way often tells a different story. Two of these photos, with a light colored dog or dogs trying to compete with a black element in the story or an equally light background, seemed to work better in sepia, although it destroys the effect of the gallery collage. See if you can choose which title goes with each shot: New Family, Zsa Zsa, Loyal Friend, Hopeful Waiting, Uninvited Guest,Traveler, Shadow Reflection, Bad Hair Day. If you have a better title for a shot, please let me know! Some of the shots made small by the gallery view need to be seen in their enlarged view to see the story.
http://ceenphotography.com/2016/02/11/cees-black-white-photo-challenge-pets/
Crack! Attack
The habit I’ve most often cursed???
Cracking knuckles is the worst!!!
I cannot stand the ghastly tone
of the sound of bone-on-bone.
So if you simply have to do it,
please make sure that I don’t view it;
and if you feel a cracking nearing,
that you’re well out of my hearing!
Please put a notice on your shelf
to KEEP YOUR HABIT TO YOURSELF!!!!
The Prompt: What habit drives you crazy? https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/quirk-of-habit/
The ocean has been too warm for fish in the three weeks I’ve been here and as a result there have been practically no fishermen nor birds. This morning I woke up early and went out to my porch to encounter a few more of each than usual. Here are some of the pictures I took: (Click on first picture to see enlarged gallery.)
I asked the fishermen what they were waiting for and they said, “Evidence of fish.” I didn’t have to ask the gulls and pelicans. They were waiting for the fishermen to catch fish and give them some. Guess they are retired, too.
Brrrrr
At the beach, this challenge took a bit of ingenuity to complete, but cold may be found even in the subtopics. Thanks to my morning smoothie, here’s how:
(Click on first photo to enlarge and enter gallery)
http://ceenphotography.com/2016/02/09/cees-fun-foto-challenge-things-that-are-cold/
Hail (Re)Tale
I told my hail story so long ago that I had few followers and even I had forgotten about it, so perhaps you have, too. Or, if you are a relatively new reader, you probably haven’t seen it before. As a matter of fact, the only people currently following my blog who read it were Angloswiss, Ann, Allenda and my sister. (Hi, ladies)– so here it is again. Please go HERE to read it.
