Category Archives: Images of Hats

Once a Week

Once a Week

To be eccentric every moment takes too much from me,
so I limit my oddness to every Saturday.
On that day my zany hats come out from their hiding,
anxious for one day a week they get to go outsiding.

I don my feathered boa and stick on rhinestone lashes.
I wear my fringe-tiered flapper skirts with neon colored sashes.
I hop onto my bicycle, my cockatoo inside
the wire basket on the front and take him for a ride.

When we drive by the playground, at first the children balk,
but I pique their expectations as we have a little talk.
The cockatoo speaks bird talk and does a little jig.
Then he does impressions of a donkey and a pig.

He does a little rap routine that every child loves
and then I don my riding hat and my driving gloves
and pedal off to other adventures up the street,
expressing eccentricity to everyone I meet.

Later in the afternoon, I pedal us back home,
turning up the driveway by the garden gnome.
I put my bike into the shed, the bird behind his bars.
I put my rhinestone eyelashes in their storage jars.

I strip off all my finery and pull on my old jeans.
Microwave a hot dog. Open a can of beans.
I sink into my Barclay lounger, flip on the T.V.
turning once again into the ordinary me,
having exorcised my cravings for eccentricity

The prompts for today are expectation, moment and eccentric:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/07/28/expectation/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/07/28/fowc-with-fandango-moment/

https://dailyaddictions542855004.wordpress.com/2018/07/28/eccentric-july-28-2018/

More Hats

I couldn’t help it. I kept finding more hats in my photo files, so I had to share more with you! In penance, I wrote a new homage to hats named “Hat Envy.” You’ll find it after the photos. Click to enlarge. If you are on Facebook, you’ll only see a few photos and no poems unless you click on the title of the blog or the URL.

Hat Envy

Please tell me where you got your hat,
for I must have one just like that!
Are you sure it is unique?
Perhaps if I could have a peek
at the label, I could find
its maker to make two-of-a-kind.

You’re leaving? Then, sir, would you mind
if I just happened to walk behind?
If there’s no label, perhaps I could
see if your hat fits me good.

If I just tried it on a minute
I could see how I look in it!

You shake your head and walk away.
How rude of you, I have to say!
You say you do not want to see
the hat on you on top of me?
Keep it then, you silly nerd!
Upon reflection, your hat’s absurd!

 

For more hats, look HERE.

 

 

Clothes Make the Man, but Women Make the Clothes

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Clothes Make the Man but Women Make the Clothes

In matters of both clothes and hair
we profit from the use of flair.
A scarf, a pin, a tilted hat
reveal that we are more than what

we choose to put upon our heads
or bodies, for our hats or threads
too often conceal  form or hair,
not showing what is under there.

Sometimes it’s an improvement, true:
our hair dyed an unfortunate hue
or bodies altered by midnight trips
kitchenward that spread our hips.

This gown I wear is brilliant red,
It spreads around me in my bed—
ankle-length and numinous,
free-flowing and voluminous .

I obscure my  trunk and limbs in it.
My zaftig form just swims in it.
It makes me feel petite and small.
Inside, I’m hardly there at all!

When I awaken, I’m not alert,
throw off the covers, unwind the skirt
from where it’s twisted round my legs,
I yawn and blink to expunge the dregs

of sleep from everywhere it tries
to prolong my dreams and clot my eyes.
It’s in the bathroom where I see
 I’ve made this gown uniquely me.

My reflection in the bathroom glass
shows its brilliant red en masse.
Its designer’s plan I clearly flout,
for I wear it inside out.

 

Want more hats?  Look HERE.

Again, I’ve gone shopping in my poetry closet. This one repeated from three years ago. The prompt today is blink.

Composed Shapes

Cee’s challenge for this week is Geometry in Photography.  Here are my thoughts on the matter:

Click on photos to enlarge and read the extensive commentary under each photo.  Oh c’mon–do it.  I took a lot of time and effort to dissect these photos as Cee requested. If you read my comments, you can point out what I missed in your own comment below! (If you can’t read the commentary under each photo, I’ve copied the commentaries below.)

 

Here is the commentary for photos if you can’t read it above:

  1. I pulled off the road in heavy traffic to get this shot. I loved the soft shape of the clouds sliced through by the telephone lines. The triangular shapes of the sign, the intersection of the lines and the wooden crossbars, the insulators and the top of the Norfolk Island pine are in contrast to the square shapes of the building in the background.
  2. I love this detail cropped from a larger view of my friend Carol’s studio. The round end of the paper towel roll ties in colorwise with the square/rectangular blank canvasses and the jumble of paintbrushes furnish triangular Vee shapes. The straight sides of the bottles contrast with the rumpled “O’ shapes of the inside-out rubber gloves. Order juxtapositioned with disorder makes for an artistic whole.
  1. These straw hats stored on-edge behind the grillwork of Carol’s house are one of my favorite images. The round shapes of the hats and curliques, the rectangular divisions on the grilll and the zigzag/triangular weave of the hats create busy detail in what is otherwise a simple scene.
  1. Round balloons, square box, plaid blouse, the triangle of the girl’s legs and sidewalk edge, long rectangles of the tree trunks, round wheels, zigzag of the stacked chairs. Shapes abound in this picture made more intriguing by the revealing details of the girl’s attire and stance.
  1. The triangles of their perky ears and pointed noses accented by the shadowed patterns and the trapezoid shape of the exercise machine in the background, the circular screws and platform on the machine echoed by the round studs on the collar of the dog, the commanding stance of the white dog with the black dog in a near bowing position––all intriguing details in this shot.
  1. Mexican Train offers an excellent opportunity to play with shapes. The round shape of the “station” is echoed by dots on the dominoes. The train tracks formed by the rectangular dominoes form semi-straight lines–all in all, a collage of rectangles and circles.
  1. I hesitated to include this shot of a Pemex station, but couldn’t resist the repeated patterns and shapes–squares, rectangles, T shapes––and the one round manhole cover. I also love the positions of the attendants next to the gas pumps at the rear of the photo. The clouds are the only soft thing in the photo.

To see Cee’s Geometric Photos, go HERE.