For the Sunday Stills Challenge: White.
Mainly White: Sunday Stills Challenge
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Kalanchoe: Mar 3, 2021
For Cee’s FOTD, Mar 3, 2021
Skywriting
Skywriting
Invisible patterns are there, nonetheless,
and they are what write my poems, I confess.
That’s why they’re birthed without any strain
and what brings me back again and again
as a surrogate mother for verses and stories
that repeat life’s foibles, beauties and glories.
Varied in humor and import and skill,
they may display failure or conquest or will.
Some may tell truth and others small lies.
They instigate laughter or irrigate eyes.
But however, once birthed, my expressions may fare,
they were there all the time–right out in the air
for anyone to arrange or abuse them.
I’m just the one who elected to use them.
Prompt words today are invisible, pattern, foible, variable and strain.
Over Head
Over Head
Lying in the hammock, searching for my words,
I come up with nothing, so I consult the birds.
They lift up off my trees to circle in a ring
as though they’re reconnoitering every single thing.
Swooping to partake of swirling clouds of gnats,
eying all my fruit trees, teasing both the cats,
who, crouched up on the roof, dream culinary wishes—
far above their heads, those tiny feathered fishes
far out of their reach, but so mesmerizing that
they far exceed temptation of squirrel or of rat.
Cats find bird movements insolent, drifting high up there.
Such an outrê thing to do, floating in the air!
Prompt words today are consult, insolent, outré and reconnoiter.
ANTI-VAXXERS KEEP YOUR DISTANCE
This rebuttal to an anti-vaxxer by Marilyn Armstrong makes a sound argument.
I wanted to publish this exchange because it’s a good example of why I dislike anti-vaxxers. They have beliefs based on out-of-context data and a lack of scientific and factual testing. Their “opinions” don’t merely endanger them, their family and friends, but everyone who comes near them.
Vaccination at Dartmouth High School – but that was before, when there were vaccines
It’s one thing to distrust big pharma for over-pricing necessary medication or horticulturists who create super fast-growing seeds that make food less tasty and wipes out smaller farms that produced better food in smaller crops. To distrust vaccinations which have saved entire generations from the horrors of smallpox and polio — among other things — is not an alternative view. It’s fear and rumor-mongering. It isn’t based on science or research. It’s fear reaching out.
Yes, you can have a reaction to the shots. Garry is having one today…
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Daily Funny, Mar 2, 2021
Photo-A-Week: Faded
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo-A-Week Challenge: Faded.
I’m not quite sure this is what Nancy had in mind, but check out her link above for a gorgeous photo.
Moonshine over Casa Florencia
So glad I had my iPhone in my hand to capture this moonlit sky on my trip up to my house from my studio. Looking at the sky over the mountains to the north of the Raquet Club in San Juan Cosala.
For Cee’s FOTD
Containment
Containment
Flitting here and flitting there,
sometimes just in my underwear,
unsmitten by the winter weather,
rarely am I aware whether
there is sun or snow or rain
outside the walls of my domain,
the fervor of the climate being
something far beyond my seeing.
The phrase that March is coming in
like a lion? Beyond my ken.
They’re merely lyrics in a song.
I’ve been a shut-in for so long
that weather doesn’t apply to me.
For one year, I’ve been climate-free,
nestled here, cat on my knee
in front of laptop or T.V.
Two thousand twenty and twenty-one
have addicted me to other fun
than outside social interactions.
I have narrowed my reactions
to the confines of four walls.
No homes of friends, cafes or malls.
It’s been a year since forced to choose
any other type of shoes
than flip-flops or my Birkenstocks.
Or since I donned a pair of socks.
Have styles changed, or is the blouse
purchased before banned to my house
still in vogue? How would I know?
Where does anybody go
that it is possible to share it?
There’s nowhere left for me to wear it!
My social life is now in traction,
suffering from under-action.
No pub-crawls, dining out or dancing.
No hobnobbing and no romancing.
No skiing and no beach vacation.
Simply solo relaxation!
We suffer lives of self-containment.
No other trips or entertainment.
The whole world sharing one elation—
the prospects of a vaccination!
