Catfight!!!!
With unsheathed nails and open maw,
Tooth by tooth and claw by claw,
that truce unbroken for so long
suddenly shifts from right to wrong.
Familial peace disturbed for now,
they execute their noisy row.
No metaphor that fur will fly
before they reach their usual tie
and go to curl up in the sun,
their sibling spat for each unwon!
Within
External episodes are thrilling
but may not be half so chilling
as other splendors that reside
within ourselves—so deep inside
that they may be unmapable
because they are not palpable
to anyone except ourselves.
They’re mysteries that science delves
by means of psychotherapy.
They seek the treasures that may be
hidden in us, but so deep
we think they’re secrets that we keep.
It’s where we go in poetry—
exploring places we can’t see
unless we voice them lingually.
Prompt words are splendour, episode, chilling, palpable and external.
For MVB Prompt: unnoticed
I hope you are soon home and recovering, Cee. Since I don’t think you can ever have too many flowers, here are some more for you. I can’t believe how many shapes a single bougainvillea can assume. This one seems more layered than most and my favorite color.. A miniature bouquet in its own right. xoox
For Cee’s FOTD
Click on Photos to Enlarge.
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #24” Today’s number is 145. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find under that number and include a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.
This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below.
Words and Music
I like words that sizzle. I like words that pop.
When it comes to words I find that I can never stop.
Words that bubble are a gas. They float like a balloon.
Some rat-a-tat like snare drums. Others hum like a bassoon.
Onomatopoeia makes a lyric rich.
It hums along the melody, itching every itch.
The clanging of the cymbals, the clinking of a bell
assure us that the verbs they’re given suit them very well.
for dVerse Poets
Image by Simon Ormsby on Unsplash
Unruly Words
This poem wants to dangle or take a giant leap.
I can hear it whirring as it wakens me from sleep.
I think that it’s been restlessly dancing in my dreams,
clicking on its castanets and bursting at its seams.
It may want to be a song, and thus the castanets.
Let’s hope this is the noisiest that this poem gets!
I like my poems whimsical and gentle like a sneeze.
Instead of words that storm and fuss, I prefer a breeze.
I grant that poetry has stirred others to their fate,
but poems that are too preachy tend to irritate.
Please talk to me in gentle words that put me at my ease,
for in this angry world it’s harder to find words that please.
For The Sunday Whirl the prompt words are: clicking whimsical leap poetry songs be whirring dangling fates talk grant storm (Image from a free image generator–couldn’t resist, but I promise not to get carried away with this!)
This morning I noticed these leaves on the pedestals on either side of the door that leads from the street to my front garden, but it wasn’t until Paciano arrived that I noticed the 3 inch wide trail of leaf parts that extended almost the entire distance across my lot from the pedestals to the kitchen door and then mysteriously stopped! It was solid stone the entire way and there was no hole in site that might have led into their underground abode. Why would they have stopped there and why so many different segments–so many that they formed a solid carpet? If it had been a rain, it would have washed the leaves away or at least disarranged them. These tiny segments, much smalled than the leaves pictured above, formed an absolutely straight and orderly pathway almmost entired covered with green. It indicated that thousands of ants had set down their burdens at exactly the same time and left. What could have caused this? In my 23 years of observing leafcutter ant behavior, I had never seen it before.
But, an equal mystery is why in the world didn’t I take a photo?
And..how strange. As I was getting ready to post this blog, I saw a movement on my arm and you guessed it…it was an ant! Not a leafcutter, however.
Two other posts on leafcutter ants:
For Bushboy’s Last on the Card Prompt
You must wonder why after so many posts on Annie, I have suddenly not mentioned her at all. Thanks to Forgottenman, you probably already know that she passed away yesterday and I really appreciate all who have expressed sympathy for Annie’s death. Later I would like to do some further posts revealing her last adventures, but I’m not ready right now to do so.
R.I.P. Sweet Annie.
For the first 21 years I lived here, I always had a producing papaya tree. When I knew one was within two years of its life span, I would plant another and by the time the last one was no more, the next one would be producing fruit. This is now the only papaya tree left, and it has been two years in producing fuit, but it is very strange fruit indeed as instead of growing in a clump at the top, the papayas grow at the end of very long cordlike stems that hang down a few feet from the stem. Pasiano told me today that this is a male tree and that the fruit is inedible, but my next door neighbor, who I gave a tree to from the same seed that grew this one, says their tree is growing fruit in the same manner and revealed that they are hermaphrodite trees! I Googled the term and this is what I learned:
Papayas come in three sexual varieties: male, female and hermaphrodite. The hermaphrodite produces the flavorful fruit that is sold commercially.
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