For Cee’s FOTD
This tree-hugger is at least 30 feet off the ground, as are the bougainvillea.
For Cee’s FOTD
“The Final Word”
Purchased before fur was vilified, Mother’s fur coat was well-used during South Dakota winters when snowbanks piled up to our second-story windows, but it found little use once they moved to Arizona the year I left home to go to college. It was 30 years later, after her death, that we found it in the back of her closet. Along with her car, it was the one item that my mother had insisted should go to me. Ironic, I thought, as I had so often self-righteously railed against her possession of it. Attached to it was a copy of a poem I had written in college and sent to her, a line of which said, “I’ve lost the means to thaw my soul.” Across the bottom of the poem pinned to the coat she had scrawled, “Make of it a parka for your soul”.
For dVerse poets, we are to write a prose poem containing this quote from an Alice Walker poem: “Make of it a parka for your soul”.
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Just for the fun of it, I decided to leave the captions on the photos. Some will make sense, some won’t as they are all from former posts. For CFFC, RED!!!
Dear Jane
I hold your letter in my hand as the sun like a crimson dragon claws through the thinning clouds––spreading its sunset colors against a sky bruised with the remnants of an earlier fog. It casts a halo around your head–a spell broken by what you have just repeated to me in person––those words that have hollowed out my heart, now empty of all those past promises gone without a trace.
You are bound for the glory of that new career, far off in a golden land. No mention of my coming along. So I will remain, formerly yours, broken-hearted, in this place where the sun has now set for you, ready to rise again, as you will, on the other side of the world.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle #694 the prompt words are: hollow clawing bruised broken spell spiralingfog halo bound trace dragon crimson
Incandescent Insect Insomnia
When nature made the glow worm glimmer,
would that she’d installed a dimmer;
for when I put out the light,
what I expect is total night.
When it puts itself in action,
I fear it sets up a distraction.
Little glow worm on the shelf,
please keep your glowing to yourself.
For My Vivd Blog, the prompt is Glimmer. Photo gleaned from the Internet.