Changes
All those natural places that soothe us with their peace,
their beauty and their silence offer us release
until some pugnacious tourist rips the scene apart,
instilling angst and turmoil where formerly was heart.
Word prompts for the day are pugnacious, tourist, natural and peace.
Bushboy asked us to publish the last photo we took in November. Here’s mine:
I never eat the pomegranates on this tree but this one actually looks edible. I’d rather feast my eyes on it, however, as it is placed so nicely in view over my wall!
For Bushboy’s Prompt: Last Photo for November.
This little Thunbergia vine is not growing out of the pot but rather into it from below. It has wandered all over my front and back gardens, then dies back and has to be untangled from the rest of the plants. It is fun to see where it is going to wander off to next. It somehow got from the front yard to the back without my help and with no clear pathway, as the house is in-between and paved with a stone terrace all the way around it.. One of nature’s grand mysteries. This fast-growing little plant is also called clockvine or black-eyed-susan.
Luxuriating in Being Left
In retrospect the loss of you has turned into a gain.
I’m rejoicing in the comfort of not having to explain.
I can do just what I want to, every day and every hour.
I am a snool to no one. I do not cringe or cower.
I sleep in in the morning with no breakfast to prepare.
I can dress the way I want to, choose the length of my own hair.
When I go to bed at night, I spread out in the middle.
I’m cool as any cucumber, not bacon on a griddle.
I wish your new love well with you, but I’m fine as I am,
for it’s the truth that when you left, I didn’t give a damn!
Prompt words today are nacre, comfort, rejoice and explain. Snool is an additional word I may or may not use. The definition of snool is: a cringing person, to cringe or cower, or the opposite: to reduce to submission, cow or bully. There is one extra word today because I also used yesterday’s word from on prompt site because it was published too late to be used yesterday.
The first photo below shows why I have been spending so much time in the studio lately—best view in the house. Well, that and the fact that I’m campused with the rest of the world. The other photos show the general state of the environment within, including a bit of the work nearing completion. I’m having glass-fronted boxes made for all of the new retablos. It’s just too easy for kids (or grown kids) to pick things off when they are unprotected and unsupervised during shows.
Click on photos to enlarge.
The Course
All life falls
putrid
to the
forest floor,
or to
stream
bottom,
weighted down
by stones
rolled by the current,
daily farther
down.
Thus is life
flushed
from one form
to another,
feeding the earth
or worms
or trees
or insects,
burrowing through
the richness
of decay.
Crucial,
no matter
how we fight it.
Botox and fine needles
cannot stop it,
only cushion
its footsteps.
As we are
pursued
like all life,
around the course
we can
veer
off of
but never
escape.
These pomegranates are actually still on the tree, surrounded by a dried Thunbergia vine nest.
For Cee’s FOTD
Trump Tower II
The architecture of the house takes his needs to heart.
To create a perfect climate in every single part
was a top priority, so when the north winds blow,
within, he feels no ill-effects from gale or rain or snow.
He’ll find the ambient temperature is perfect day and night.
Summer, winter, spring or fall, be it day or night,
his family will not feel the cold, succumb to summer’s scorch
In the bedroom or the living room, the basement or the porch.
The sound control in every room functions without a hitch,
so when he whispers secrets, the staff can never snitch.
Noise produced in one room is not heard in any other.
He’s protected from Ivanka’s soaps and rock played by her brother.
All-in-all the ambience surrounds them like a glove—
be it balmy climate or all the sounds they love.
Bird song or the ocean or mixtures of the two.
What animal sounds they might crave—an auditory zoo.
Species may vanish off the earth but he will always hear them.
It’s nice to enjoy species without having to be near them.
Doves cooing, elephants trumpeting, a lion’s hearty roar
might persuade a burglar to remain outside his door.
What cares he if the oceans rise and masses do not love it?
His house converts into a boat so you can float above it.
The whole world may freeze stiff or burn for all that he may care,
for he’ll be protected safely, tucked up in his fine lair.
Prompt words today are architecture, ambient, succumb, snitch.
