These flowers, much magnified, are tiny blooms on a succulent that is not the bright green leaf pictured in the foreground. Because Sam is always interested in knowing the true size of the flower and what plant it is from, I’ve taken two more photos with my hand as a reference re/ size and touching the leaf that belongs to the plant the flowers are part of.
Fibbing Friday goes Shakespearean!
1. What light through yonder window breaks?
– Burglars!
2. Alas, poor Yorick………………..
– we named him poorly.
3. Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
– Where did you hang the painting my folks gave us?
4. To be, or not to be…………………….
– The mental quandaries of a would-be apiarist.
5. All the World’s a stage……………………
– Personal slogan of Donald Trump.
6. All that glisters…………
– eventually tarnishes.
7. Give every man thy ear……………
– Bad advice given to Van Gogh.
8. Neither a borrower nor a lender be……
– Unfortunate slogan of a bank that went out of business.
9. Many a true word…………
– was twisted into untruth.
10. Do not swear by the moon……………..
– what in the light of day you do not intend to fulfill.
Note from ForgottenMan: Judy is almost home (bouncing in a taxi from Guadalajara to San Juan Cosala) as I prepare to post this. I sent these prompts to her this afternoon on Skype, and she nailed all 10 responses back on Skype in less than 10 minutes. I’ve transcribed them here & posted at her direction. Welcome home, Judy!
For Cee’s FOTD
Night and Day
What sleights of hand our bored gods play,
meandering at end of day,
tricking out our daylight world
with creeping shadows they’ve unfurled,
plunging us in darkness that
sends in the dog but draws the cat
out to wander hill and hollow
where no human dares to follow.
The timorous mouse must then give pause
lest it fall victim to its claws.
Beam of moon that lights the way
poor substitute for light of day.
The ship of night must trim its sail
lest it lists within the gale
that joins the dark to forge the din
that further serves to box us in.
Odd nature, thus, a puzzle makes.
With one hand gives, the other takes.
Mere mortal quakes within his bed,
prays for calm daylight in its stead.
plunge meandering shadow odd trim box gods tricks plunge beam lists hollow are the words for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 629
Click on photos to enlarge and read full captions.
These are my entries for the below prompt:
https://jazzibeeblog.wordpress.com/2023/11/18/looking-up-looking-down/
Here is the lithograph I based my poem on:
Pablo Picasso
And here is my poem:
On Picasso’s Imaginary Self-Portrait
Is it conceit or self-knowledge
that makes you paint yourself
in the ruffed collar
of Shakespeare
or a clown?
Satyr, young at heart,
your merry countenance
masks darker moods and behaviors,
the bright pigments
hiding a more somber undercoat.
Picasso,
your children
and your mistresses
might paint you as master:
stern, egotistical,
but always with the backlit inspiration
of genius.
Yet, old goat,
you paint yourself a clown.
For Linda’s SoCS prompt “clown”.
