Indigo
The color known so well by teens
that is used to color jeans?
Bet you thought, as I thought, too,
indigo was a shade of blue.
Yet, upon further inspection
during internet detection,
it seems more pupleish a hue
which transforms itself to blue.
For dVerse Poets Quadrille Monday the prompt is “indigo.” (Image by Levi Strauss)
To read more Indigo poems, go HERE.
For Cee’s FOTD
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Yikes! I forgot last week’s Numbers Game. So sorry, but welcome to “The Numbers Game #61” Today’s number is 182. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.
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Abandoned
Voices echo down long hallways where there’s no one left to hear––
each second fading into hour to day to week to year.
Old friends now departed, time has finally run out.
Words have lost their power. Memories have lost their clout.
Mirrors show no images, locks rust and fall away
as the fires of time passing burn to ash another day.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle #695 the prompt words were: lock fades echo out voices burn show friends time power hear second. Image by Alexy Malakov on Unsplash.
How the Mighty Will One Day Fall
I would pay a pretty tuppence
to see his highness get his comeuppance.
His smug assurance, his galling preening.
He’s like a babe in need of weaning,
sucking at the teat of fame.
What other mortal needs his name
written on towers around the world?
He’s Ozymandius, stone lip curled
in cruel splendor, sure in his power
reasserted on every tower.
But remember, as he counts each coup,
how all the mighty have fallen, too.
False knights wear armor prone to tarnish.
His Midas touch will lose its varnish.
We’ll laud the day when he’ll be dumped—
That day when he’ll be over-trumped!
For: https://weeklyprompts.com/2025/02/22/weekly-prompts-the-one-day-prompt-10/
I didn’t even try to count the number of notices that must have been tacked, nailed, stapled and screwed onto this tree turned telephone/ light pole. What better symbol of the busyness of our lives…and the effect it might be having on nature?
For Lens Artists Challenge #336-only one picture We were to choose a photo meaningful to us and to explain why we chose it.
Between Two Worlds
This piece is about contrasts: old and new, peace and conflict, blended cultures, freedom and confinement. It reminds us of the wide variety of what the world has to offer, the need to stay on target, and also to have fun and to spend our time wisely.
This is another of the three mixed-media pieces I have in the new show currently being displayed in the Cultural Center in the Ajijic Plaza. (The same place where I just displayed in the Artful Codger show.) Out with the old, in with the new.
It joins lots of interesting work on the first floor. Upstairs on the second floor is a showing of Jesus Lopez Vega’s work. You’ve seen lots of his work adorning both the inside and outside of my house and don’t tell anyone, but yes…I did buy another of his paintings. It’s small. I’ll squeeze it in somewhere.
This is the third show I’ve set up in three weeks. After this I will be taking a rest…perhaps going into retirement re/ exhibiting, at least for a few months.
For Cee’s FOTD
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