For Cee’s FOTD
For Cee’s FOTD
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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.”
For 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.
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.
Click on photo to enlarge picture and see the intricacies of my messy desk.
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.
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!
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