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Forgotten for MVB

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Forgotten Dreams

All night long I follow scripts written by some hand
perhaps belonging to a self that consciousness has banned.
Fresh from dreams, I feel released from tasks committed to
as I remember other jobs that I’m obliged to do.
Who knows if dreams are showing us those things we could have done—
those things we have forgotten with the dawning of the sun.
If only I remembered that world that fades away,
perhaps I’d face a very different sort of day.
Instead, I slip into the role my life has led me to,
like forcing naked feet into a more confining shoe.

 I wonder if these dreams were brought to light if they’d show more
of potential lives where I live closer to my core.
Perhaps these stories I concoct, labelling them as lore,
are simply other lives I live on a lower floor.
When I descend into my dreams, maybe I go to ponder
all those other me’s whose gifts I have chosen to squander.
Could it be in death that I’m released to find a goal
in the bargain basement of the building of my soul—
to find another path where I may once more start a quest
towards a self just one step closer to my very best?

 

For MVB Blog prompt: Forgotten.

For Cee: A Non-Floral Offering for Non-FOTD

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Here is an offering non-floral for Cee, suffering from the pollen in all those flowers!!! I share your pain. The Jacaranda and Primavera trees are in full-bloom here. Achoo!!!)

“Make Your Own Kind of Music” For NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 17

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This is actually a true story. When I was at the beach a few years ago, I had a house right on the beach and it got so I never knew who I would find on my porch when I woke up in the morning. In the end, they set a number of my poems to music and recorded them.

Make Your Own Kind of Music

One and  two and three and four.
Four little music makers pounding on my door.
One beats a rhythm, one toots a horn––
wild and sweet––sort of forlorn.
One hums a tune behind his teeth––
a sort of descant underneath
the melody on the steel guitar.
The gulls reel in from near and far
to add their screams to the refrain,
then fan their wings, silent again.

Four musicians at my gate.
I wait for their music to abate.
Then I go and let them in
to add my music to the din.
I sing my lyrics fast and slow
first soft then loud, my lyrics go
up and over the drums and horn–
out into the sandy morn.
Over the rocks and out to sea,
setting all our music free.

When the drummer leaves my porch,
he leaves just three to loft the torch.
Too soon the horn, too, fades away
but the hummer’s here to stay,
and the steel guitar swells out to fill
the morning air until until
the morning fades into full sun
and our melody comes done.

Soon guitar and singer fade,
their morning share of music made,
and I fold my songs away.
I’ll bring them out some other day.
With music left behind I wind
only words around my mind.
They weave their spell with me along.
I lose myself in their noisy throng.
Wander aimless, round and round,
in getting lost, this poem is found.

For NaPoWriMo 2024, day 17.
Thanks, Mama Cass, for making your own kind of music!! Go here to hear her:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mraLsg-G4wA

Interlopers, For NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 16

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Interlopers

The little dog sleeps nestled.
No elbow room, even though
just two of us in this big bed.
A truck’s roar  from the road
a mile away. Last night’s near
partiers now gone to bed, but
at 5 AM, the strains of music
from below, Sounds lifting up the mountains
like clouds to float above my bed.
For 15 years, I surrendered
my side of the bed to you.
23 years after, I still
sleep on
the

                                                   other side.

For NaPoWriMo 2024 Day 16

DNA for NaPoWriMo Apr 15, 2024

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DNA

A piece of you came enclosed in your letter.
Not your heart but still a part of you,
concealed as usual,
this time between the envelope and stamp—
trapped forever as the rest of you departs,
taking all of you except
for that remainder—one last kiss of tongue
before you sealed the stamp upon the envelope.

For NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 15

Paracas, Peru: A Rock Refuge

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“Poor man’s Galapagos” is a nickname for the Ballestas Islands in Peru, which are a good alternative to visiting the Galapagos Islands. The islands are smaller than the Galapagos Islands, and are located in the Paracas District of the Pisco Province in the Ica Region of Peru. They are known for their arches and rock formations, thousands of birds, sea lions, and other wildlife. The islands are also home to a variety of mammals, marine species, and birdlife, including: Humboldt penguins, Sea stars, Fur seals, and Sea lions.

The last two photos show the Paracas Candelabra which we passed on the way out to the islands. It is a giant, mysterious marker etched in the earth and lined in large rocks. Similar to the Nazca lines but believed to have been created by a different group of people, due to its size (595 feet long) and visibility, (you can see it 12 miles out at sea) one theory is that it was created centuries ago as a sign for sailers to reference for landfall. Another theory is that it is a depiction of the Mesoamerican Tree of Life.

I took these photos in 2008 on a trip that also included an Amazon River trip, a flight over the Nazca Lines, Villa Salvador and Lima. A wonderful trip.

And, more information from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. Some of it repeats info above:
Location of the Paracas Peninsula in the Ica Region of Peru

The Paracas Peninsula is a desert peninsula within the boundaries of the Paracas National Reserve, a marine reserve that extends south along the coast of Peru. The only marine reserve in the country, it is a designated UNESCO World Heritage Site. This is to mark and preserve the archeological sites of the Paracas culture, in addition to the marine habitat. [citation needed]

The peninsula is located within the Paracas District of Pisco Province . This unusual peninsula may be best known for the Paracas Candelabra, a prehistoric geoglyph nearly 600 feet (183 m) tall that was created on the north face of the peninsula ridge. Pottery nearby was dated to 200 BCE, placing it within the Paracas culture.

For Wind Kisses Challenge 295: Rock Your World

Morning Offering: Favorite Photos from the Past! Now show me yours….

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Rooting around in old photos, I found another favorite. This was a friend’s dog. I was staying in the guest casita behind their house and every morning her sweet dog would bring me a gift.
If you have a favorite photo you’d like to share, please give a link in comments.

Pre-Textos Del Solsticio Show in Tabasco, Mexico

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This is a poster from a show four years ago in Tabasco. The poster hasn’t been made for this year’s show yet, but I will be participating. I sent in two of my poems translated into Spanish by Mario Puglisi. They will be given to a painter who will paint a painting inspired by one of them. I hope to attend the show in Tabasco in June! Possibly, we will have it here next year. It is an itinerant event that travels to various cities for 2 years. You can see the different countries above.


					

		
		
	


	

				

			
						

				Which Way???? CWWC Apr 11, 2024
			

										

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For Cee’s CWWC, any type of road, path, step, bridge or sign on the theme of Which Way? It seems like this qualifies! There is a sign and who knows which way the locks of this lovely twisty head of hair is going to go next??? Click on photos to enlarge.

					

		
		
	


	

				

			
						

				Cold Comfort, for NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 9
			

										

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Cold Comfort


This thermal cup was different. Things stayed cold all night through.

I liked the one that I had first, so then I bought a few.

Four cups grew to six and then finally to eight.

When I misplaced one of them, it always had a mate

waiting in my kitchen drawer, or  three or four or five.

There were always one or two remaining in their hive

when one was left out in my car, the other by my bed,

another in some restaurant  where I had been fed.


One loaned to a friend and one gone to who knows where?

Yet almost everywhere I looked, there was at least one there.

Each time I went to Walmart, I bought all that were left.

When they were discontinued, you can bet I felt bereft.

Now I’m down to six of them from ten that I have bought,

so I need to keep good track of  them—(all of them I’ve got.)

Precious dear containers that keep my ice intact—

my most dear possessions? Yes. It is a fact!!!!


 


NaPoWriMo, Day 9: Write a poem celebrating an everyday object.