It all started with the shadow of my watch. For some reason, it intrigued me, but I didn’t think I’d ever find a place to use it. Next came Cee’s CFFC prompt and “Zing!” Had to add some companions as well, however. Thanks, Cee.
The Real Dirt
Dirt has had, since its inception,
an unfair place in our conception—
a thing for us to rail against
and throw the laundry pail against.
Dirty thoughts are seen as rude,
and yet dirt grows our daily food.
Without it, we would flail and totter.
Impossible to walk on water!
Just had to repost this poem from four years ago for the dVerse Poets prompt. You can find it here: dVerse Poets
To read other poems on this topic, go HERE.
In A Society of Women
No patriarchal dominance rears its violent head.
Birth fluids and menses are the only lifeblood shed.
No lifted guns or measured gait. No uniform or boot
disturbs the regal silence of the calmness at our root.
Spontaneity rules the day. We follow no set path.
Not guided by testosterone, we do not extoll wrath.
The crack of no whip guides us. We can’t be led like sheep.
You cannot boss or bully us. We live by what we reap.
Your rules buzz around us like mosquitos in the brain,
centered around principals that we hold in disdain.
Dominance and power and unlimited riches
would not be an option in a world that’s run by bitches!
Prompt words today are crack, mosquito, spontaneity, patriarchal, root and moonlight.
Remember plucking honeysuckle and sucking out the sweetness when you were a kid? Still possible. Click on photos to enlarge.
For Cee’s FOTD
Dietary Doldrums
Her eating habits, luckily, were found to be most corrigible,
for her personality was found to still be porridgeable.
Oatmeal formed her breakfast and salads formed her lunch
as she foresook the bad foods on which she used to munch.
Buttery popcorn banished as an unhealthy mistake,
she snacked instead on kale chips for her figure’s sake.
Rare steak was soon banished, for she relished it no more
once she foresook flesh meats, shuddering at their gore.
Her electric grinder ground chickpeas up instead
and this was the protein upon which she fed.
Healthy ever after once her war with food was won,
meals sugarless and greaseless, alas, were not much fun.
\Prompt words today are buttery, personality, gore, corrigible, Steak and electric. Image by Deryn Macey on Unsplash.
Ball Mortality Thanks to Morrie
He gores them and he punctures them and rips them on the bias,
demanding that we throw them from the pool or on the playas.
Every time we throw a ball, he’ll chase it and then snatch it,
and one time out of four, he’ll meet it in the air and catch it.
Then he will purloin it and we find when he is finished
somehow our tennis ball supply is rapidly diminished.
This radical behavior is supported by each caster
who realizes unthrown balls are the real disaster.
And so our local sports supply store profits from our loss
because we have to soon replace every ball we toss!
Prompt words of the day are ball, supply, gore, bias, disaster and radical.
This is one of the best Lakeside Art Markets I’ve been to in 21 years. The setting is charming, the art was so irresistible that I bought a painting and two pieces of jewelry even though I have not one inch of space on my walls to hang another painting and have so much jewelry that I’ve been giving it away to visiting friends and relatives. I’ll show my new painting later once I receive it as the paint was still drying when I bought it..ha. But, the other thing I noticed was the number of ladies in absolutely smashing clothes. At times it looked like models in a fashion show wandering through the crowd. Here are just a few of my favorites.
They, themselves, were walking works of art:
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