Autumn Colors
There is little in nature—both in life and death-—that does not contain beauty. Trees in autumn are a perfect example.
They reach out their hands
to collect dying colors
to adorn curled palms.
To see other Haibun on this same topic, go HERE.
For dVerse Poets Haibun Monday.
Clarity?
I don’t really need a chip to know what you are thinking,
for when I ask, “Should I wear this?” your left eyelid starts blinking
like it does whenever you tell a little fib;
and I can tell your “It looks great!” sounds a little glib.
That’s how I know without a doubt you’re spinning a fine yarn;
and that, in fact, in this dress I must look wide as a barn.
If you say this dish is great but feed most to the dogs—
if you say I’m clever but you rarely read my blogs—
if you “want” to get together but we rarely do—
I’ve already read the clues to ascertain your view.
Yet, still I have the option to see the other side
and find a way to look at it that will preserve my pride.
Your eye might blink because a gnat got caught in it just now,
and so I do not really look as broad as any cow.
He just has a small appetite. Her eyesight might be failing.
She might be out of town and when she gets home from her sailing,
she’ll call me up and we will meet and have a laugh or two.
Without perfect clarity I get to choose my view
of believing what I want to in spite of what I’ve guessed.
When it comes to friendship, less clarity is best!
For RDP:Clarity
Vixen
You are a crafty sorceress who holds men in your spell.
You clutch their hearts within your grasp where you squeeze them well,
then drain their living hearts of blood and leave them with a shell
with which to fend off, for a lifetime, loves which may be true,
but which they do not trust at all simply because you
have branded them for life with doubts perpetually new
each time they try to ply love’s trade to find something’s amiss
as, still again, a rueful fog envelops each new kiss.
Thus, with sketchy prospects, loves two, three, four, five, six,
are extinguished by that first cursed love that blows out all their wicks!
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 625 the prompt words are: sorceress sketchy life , you, brand six, still, fog hold spell fend ply
Retablo by Judy Dykstra-Brown
This guy was for real. He wandered the beach with this squirrel couple on his head and shoulder. They later had a baby who traveled with them as well. Gotta run now but later I’ll try to find a photo of the entire happy family.
For Terri’s Real Life from the Funny Papers (Be sure to see her post)
This is the last plumeria bloom of the season, folks. Somehow, rendered lovelier by its solo status. Yesterday it was there. By Christmas, the tree will be totally devoid of leaves as well. So goes nature. I’ll see if Oscar will string it with garlands for me again this year.
For Cee’s FOTD
Commonly known as slipper plant, this euphorbia is near my hammock so I pass it ever time I go down to my “second office.” There is electricity to plug my computer in if need be, so it is a way to get out of the house and still keep “working.” (Playing.) There are usually one to three dogs on my lap or by my side in the hammock as well, so it’s a full office.
FOR CEE’S FOTD
We were tasked to define these words for Fibbing Friday today:
(Where does Pensitivity come up with these words????/)
1. Eunoia: A condition of continuing Intense aggravation in dissenters to Great Britain’s joining the European Union
2. Fika: A misspelled federal insurance program
3. Redamancy: The state of being a Native American
4. Aliferous: The description of someone who has had one too many beers.
5. Peiskos: What they call tiny pastries in the Soviet Union.
6. Querencia: A psychotic condition that comes about from asking too many questions in rapid succession.
7. Metanoia: A term used to describe women who have turned down too many marriage proposals.
8. Ataraxia: What they called Scarlet O’hara’s state of claustrophobia at the end of the Civil War after being confined to Tara for too long.
9. Lagom: What the French call “Double Bubble,” generically.
10. Apricity: What one calls the country area on the outskirts of Paris.
(Please forgive me for I know not what I pun!)
Contrast
Sun or moon and smooth or rough,
old or young and clothed or buff––
opposites contrast each other––
tough or easy, breathe or smother.
Shadows can be made with light,
though sun is opposite of night.
Sarcasm depends on this:
words that praise, but really diss.
Life consists of contrasts that
give yin for yang and tit for tat.
If you can’t find a life to fit,
just change into its opposite!
Reach for the hidden, release the found.
Contrasts make the world go round.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 