A Day at the Beach
My hairdo is unraveling in the ocean’s spray,
and the men are talking fishing so I haven’t much to say.
I do not know their language and the sea breeze makes me cough.
My skin’s at risk in sunlight, but a stone-throw’s distance off,
in the shelter of a palm tree, I find shade, at least,
open up my backpack and partake in a small feast.
Then after I have eaten, when the sun has reached the rim
of the far horizon, I finally have a swim.
For once the sun’s not flaming, it creates a lovely glow,
sinking toward the ocean and vanishing below.
The sea has pleased the fishermen all day, cast after cast,
but as the sun sinks into it, it’s pleasing me, at last.
For CMMC: Pick a Topic from my photo Photo by Cee!!!
Toothpick
A blade of wheat that my dad found
spread out alone upon the ground
was no doubt relieved and thrilled
that it wound up, instead of milled,
stuck between my dad’s front choppers,
better there than in the hoppers
of the flour mill’s grinding wheels—
a sacrifice to future meals.
A fate as toothpick far superior
to a stomach’s dark interior!!
The three word for the 3 Things Challenge are: Thrilled, Milled, Ground
During wheat harvesting, my dad often had a stem of wheat, head attached, sticking out from between his two front teeth. Caught in the act of picking his teeth, it was a handy storage place. Other times of the year, his front pocket always contained a few toothpicks to first use, then suck on, switching them from side to side between his lips. This prompt was made just for me!!!
Timekeepers
My dogs have clocks for stomachs.
I don’t know how they do it.
They value things by the extent
to which a dog can chew it.
Their feeding time is 8 AM
and without exception,
at precisely 7:59,
they demand my attention
by pouncing on my stomach,
rousing me from sleep
so our kibbles appointment
I am sure to keep.
It happens every morning,
daily without exception.
It does no good for me to try
to practice a deception
by pulling covers over head
and feigning a deep sleep,
for my canine companions
have agendas I must keep.
Grumbling, I roll out of bed
to pee and then to sprint
to fulfill their 8 o’clock feeding
with no further hint!
So, seeing that I post each day
faithfully by nine,
do not merely credit me.
My incentive is canine.
Image by Cintage 72 Prompters: Zoe and Coco!!!
Portrait with Kleenex and Knee…for Monday Portrait
The hour is late, and I’m not sure this is the correct link, but I can’t resist posting this bizarre little portrait of the end of my day!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 