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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

Generational Angst

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Generational Angst

She could not quench her anger over all the agitation
caused by her father’s ire, or her mother’s castigation.
Their home life was a parody of what a life should be.
They were a group of separate “I’s.” There was no “us” or “we.”

He surveyed his daughter mainly from afar.
The only time she deigned to talk was to usurp the car.
She was so disrespectful he could barely hold his tongue.
Why was it so difficult to converse with the young?

She’d thought she’d have a daughter to fuss over and dress.
but when it came to this one, she was driven to confess,
her daughter lately gave no sign that she had once adored her.
Rather, all the indications were that she abhorred her.

Her mother dressed in mom jeans and her dad tucked in his shirts.
Then looked askance when she appeared in bandeaus and short skirts.
When they tried to speak her language, it only caused distress.
TBH, they had not a clue, and she could not care less.

This is the modern family. The parents sorely vexed.
The daughter is embarrassed, her mom and dad perplexed.
Why can they not communicate? Where is the veneration
that seems to be missing in this modern generation?

Parents cannot understand because they don’t recall
all of the resentment, embarrassment and gall
that they once felt for parents back when they were teens.
This disdain from their daughter was passed down in their genes.

This too shall pass, I’d like to say. Give it a little time.
The year will come when being parents will not be a crime.
Her growing up and having kids will be the end of it.
You’ll be her heroes once again when you can baby sit!

 

Words of the day are quench, parody and castigation.

It seems that Daily Addictions is no longer publishing prompts, so if someone knows of a daily word prompt not given below, please leave a comment for me in this post with a permanent link to that prompt. (One that will work everyday)

Here are today’s links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/12/rdp-monday-quench/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/11/12/fowc-with-fandango-parody/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/12/castigation/

Getting Square with Time (Becky’s Timessquare Prompt)

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It chips away. It casts a pall.
The face of time affects us all.

 

For: https://beckybofwinchester.com/2018/11/01/the-clock-is-ticking/#more-12391

On Reflection

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Drop the handkerchief. Remember this circle game?
Me as a Teenie Weenie I”m the hammy one imitating the Sunbeam Bread girl.
Patti and Karen, always the clowns.
Patti’s first formal occasion
My fifth birthday party.

 

On Reflection

We squirrel away the memories, their details much enhanced.
How is it that they did not leave us as our lives advanced?
As our lives acquired more finesse, the games were not so fun.
We appreciate the playing more now that it is done.
The games we play in later life are done with pens and papers
but oh, we well remember those early childhood capers.
First loves of adolescence as we fumbled through the rules—
how to play the game of love not taught in any schools.
And though our later lives may be filled with fun and zest,
Long afternoons or late at night, old memories are best.

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/11/rdp-sunday-squirrel/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/11/11/fowc-with-fandango-advanced/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/11/finesse/

Best Birthday Ever

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Matt asked us to tell about our best birthday ever. I would have to say that in spite of being sick on my last two birthdays, they turned out to be two of my favorite.  Here are links to posts that tell about this year’s birthday: 

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2018/07/03/birthday-reflections/

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2018/07/03/81429/

 

For Daily Inkling

Dropped

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Dropped

The night is a broken cup,
its last sip spilled
from a shattered edge.

My thirst unslaked,
I dream
dry dreams

that go unquenched
by morning’s
gentle rains.

The dVerse Poets prompt was to write a poem that was an extended metaphor. Brief poem? Brief metaphor.

Dropping Out

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Dropping Out

I’m tired of enlightenment, bored with my muse.
I give up on all topics that spur and enthuse.
I think I’ll be lazy for the rest of my life,
avoiding all effort and dodging all strife.

For what do I worry and ponder and seethe?
What care I for clean water and air we can breathe?
Let fools be our guides. Let them rule us all.
Let other fools follow them until they fall.

Let scientists fuss over theory and fractal.
I’ll deal with endeavors more sensual and tactile.
I’ll plot games of solitaire, fiddle with flowers,
play video games for hours and hours.

I’ll torment the cat and worry the dog,
lie in the hammock, my mind in a fog.
Let other folks solve all the world’s ills.
I’ll keep myself busy with vodka and pills.

Use avoidance to overcome all of my worries.
Let torpor eradicate all of my hurries.
I’m overlooking the problems in which the world’s mired.
If I need an excuse, It’s that I am retired.

The prompts today are seethe, guide, tactile and muse. Here are the links:
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/10/rdp-saturday-seethe/
https://fivedotoh.com/2018/11/10/fowc-with-fandango-guide/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/10/tactile/
https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/11/04/daily-addictions-2018-week-44/muse

Tradescantia: FOTD, Nov 11, 2018

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FOTD – November 10, 2018 – Autumn Leaf

Petunia: FOTD, Nov 9, 2018

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For Cee’s FOTD

Amazing School for the Gifted in Mexico

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This is a story of an amazing sixteen year old girl in Mexico and the school for the gifted that she promotes.

https://www.greatbigstory.com/stories/mexico-s-school-for-the-gifted

Name Three Things

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A Guy Called Bloke has asked us to read these questions and name three things:

You can dunk in tea or coffee? In Coffee: chocolate chip cookies, Oreos, a Fudgsicle.

You can enjoy at a carnival? Haunted house, Fortune teller, Snow cones.

You can’t enjoy when it’s windy? A new hairdo, riding a motorcycle, reading a newspaper in the park.

Your body can’t do? A backbend (I discovered to my distress in my mid-30’s,) look up without getting dizzy, walk uphill for long.

You don’t learn at school? Kindness, acceptance of other cultures, the importance of intuition.

You can put onto a pizza? Green olives, pepperoni, green peppers.

You can eat with? Fingers, chopsticks (in a pinch-ha), a credit card.

You don’t suggest you do at home blindfolded? Write your blog, put on makeup, change your printer cartridges. 

That are important to you? My writing, my art, my loved ones: family, friends, cats and dogs.

That you love to do at the beach? Walk, collect found natural objects, write.

That you do in the morning? Write my blog, drink a smoothie, check e-mail and facebook.

That you do every time you log in to your blog? Write to my four word prompts, post a photo of a flower to Cee’s site, Check my stats and comments.

https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2018/11/09/fridays-fun-3/