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Down in the Grass
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Summer in the meadows under shelter of tall grass—
in our youth we never dreamed that it could pass.
We had it firmly tethered so it could not slip away.
It curled in loosened coils around us as we lay.
Oh, tomorrow, wrapped up in today.
We never know the dreams we’ll lose along the way
For the Cosmic Photo Challenge: Down in the Grass
I know, once again my number of photos is excessive. Just take into account that they have been culled from 14,290 photos labeled “grass” in my photos file..Excuses, excuses. The poem is an excerpt from a poem I published years ago named “Desire.”
Fibbing Friday, June 7, 2024
Image by ShutterstockFor Fibbing Friday the challenge this week is:
1. What is a codpiece? A fish’s six-shooter
2. What is a doublet? A very small set of twins.
3. Who wears the hose? The head fireman.
4. What is a gauntlet? A very skinny head of romaine.
5. What’s kept in the moat? Nothing. There’s no room for any mo at the moat.
6. Where is the portcullis? Portcull is no longer here. It has been culled.
7. Who wields the battle axe? Batman
8. Where is the draw bridge? At the entrance to the art academy.
9. What is a catapult? The cata pult the mouse out a his hole and eata it.
10. What is a flagon? It’s on a flag pole.
Hibiscus, For FOTD June 6, 2024
“Words” for dVerse Poets
Artist: Catrin Welz-Stein.
Words
By their adjustment,
I change their drift,
but when I alter their lilt,
I am as transformed by them
as they are by me.
I am inebriated by words.
I reel in their power
as they call my bluff.
They reflect the changes in me
I would otherwise not know.
I can float in their buoyant comfort
or shoot the rapids of emotion.
Words are my river and my raft,
my cushion and that daredevil conveyance
into a new stream of thought
from which I never return
to the exact same world
I left from
for dVerse Poets
To read other poems written to this prompt, go HERE.
Tabachine Flower For FOTD June 5, 2024
Show Me Your Desk!!
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That said, lots got done there today!
I’m trying to find one messier than mine. No fair staging yours! I want a photo as is…or a legitimate one from the past. Prize to the winner. Won’t say what.
Pre-Textos Del Solsticio
This is an international show, this year occurring in Tabasco, Mexico. Poets are asked to send two poems and the poems are given to artists who paint a canvas inspired by them. Very anxious to see what my poems yield. Links to the poems I submitted are below. A poem inspired by a painting is called an ekphrastic poem. I don’t know what the reverse is called!
Monochrome-Madness
I can’t for the life of me remember what I had on around my neck and face or why.
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I think the first two photos require an explanation. I would have stepped on this strange little creature if my friend hadn’t grabbed my arm and pointed down to it. This is exactly as we found it in the Walmart shopping center. It looked like a little animated dog poop creature trying to escape from a sinkhole! Yes, I did pick it up and bring it home with me. Relax. It was made of rubber. I included a second shot to show you the scale.
For Leanne’s Monochrome Madness
“Itchy Eye” for dVerse Poets Prosery Pub
When her large middle eastern family moved to our prairie town of 500 people, they pretty much stuck together. She was an odd little girl which had intrigued me, but caused the other girls to pretty much shun her.
From the first grade onward, in the classroom or any public gathering, I’d get that itchy feeling that no amount of scratching could dispel and when I turned around, I’d see her staring at me. It caused me to go blank during spelling bees, to miss free throws, to stammer during wedding vows; but any efforts to befriend her and discover what she was thinking when she stared like that never succeeded.
Yesterday, 50 years after we graduated from high school, I read on the local Facebook site that she had passed away. I pray to God that she may lie forever with unopened eye.
- The assignment from dVerse Poets Pub was “Write a piece of Prosery of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given lines in the order in which they have been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add or delete words.”
The given lines were:
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 