For Cee’s FOTD
As you can see from this photo, my view of the aloe vera plant pictured above is from the opposite side, but it gives me an excellent view of the hummingbirds who come to sip from its blossoms! Although it appears to be invisible here, I have an excellent view of the bloom.
Jail Break
All these words are borrowed. They are not really mine.
They came all neatly packaged in an orderly line
where they were held hostage, gathered up and wrapped—
a lexicography in waiting with its power oddly sapped.
Words slack with grief, all gathered in a long veiled sigh,
as though lined up like prisoners, scheduled to die.
Bare pockets empty of bare change, stripped of all their worth,
words that once soared to lofty heights were now brought down to earth.
But here I am their savior, for it’s been left to me
and other hero poets to set their power free.!
The words for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 623 are: slack grief hostage gather bare heights wrapped words pockets long veiled sigh
No Escape
I’ve vowed that I will have no more
of all the things that I abhor.
Indeed, these things that I detest
that in the past came to infest
my head and home and my whole life,
causing pain and stress and strife,
I left behind when I moved South,
and merely hear by word-of-mouth.
And in return, I trade for tales
of my South-of-the-border travails.
For the Three Things Challenge the words are: ABHOR DETEST INFEST
Wouldn’t these make a gorgeous bridal bouquet? Problem is, they wilt too quickly once picked.
For Cee’s FOTD
Travel Primer (Past Our Prime!)
We wander narrow alleyways in countries that are foreign—
negotiate their tunnels, like rabbits in a warren.
We do not pay attention as we ogle and we gawk
who may follow closely—who may observe and stalk.
We are naive travelers. We’re innocents abroad.
One listens to our narratives, then signals with a nod
just as we are reaching to try to reimburse,
for another watcher to swoop down on our purse.
Then they’re off down alleyways where we are loath to go
where they’ll have their own adventures—financed by our dough.
For #SOCS Oct 7, the prompt is “Prime.”
Our topic to lie about this Friday is song titles, so here goes!
Here is the prompt: “This week I’ve chosen Song Titles, but rather than fib about who sung them, can you improvise on what they are about?”
1. Spirit in the Sky: Cocktail hour on the space shuttle.
2. MacArthur Park: What did the WW2 American Pacific commander do when he finally drove into Tokyo? (Actually, Forgottenman came up with this great answer after reading the lame one I had apologized for in an earlier version of this posting. He graciously gave me permission to claim it as my own which my conscience will not let me do!)
3. A Whiter Shade of Pale: Skin tone of Anglos after a long winter season.
4. Crocodile Rock; What we called it when we danced to Billy Haley’s “See You Later, Alligator, After Awhile Crocodile” in the fifties.
5. Run: What we hope and pray Trump ultimately won’t be able to do again!!!
6. Don’t it make your brown eyes blue: Contact lens ad.
7. Heaven can wait: Sign at the gate of Purgatory.
8. One night in Bangkok: Approximately 1/10th of the price of a stay at a Motel 6 in the U.S.
9. I know him so well: What Stormy Daniels says she is “absolutely willing to testify to in court.”
10. Here comes the Sun: What Mom says to Dad every morning as she sees the paper boy pedal up on his bike.
