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The Roads Both Taken (For Forgottenman’s Prompt)

The Roads Both Taken (Rejecting Manic-depression)

Two roads diverged in my mellow mood,
and happy I could then travel both,
I laughed. Then I commenced to brood,
and found, at length that I was loath
to forego one and choose them both!!!!

(Overview. Bipolar disorder (formerly called manic-depressive illness or manic depression) is a mental illness that causes unusual shifts in a person’s mood, energy, activity levels, and concentration. These shifts can make it difficult to carry out day-to-day tasks. There are three types of bipolar disorder.)

For Forgottenman’s Prompt, he wanted us to do a switcheroo on Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” by writing a poem using the lines “Two roads diverged in my mellow mood,
and happy I could then travel both,” as our first two lines. Above is my submission to the prompt.

To see my parody of “Mending Wall” go here: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2014/09/17/mending-pants-with-apologies-to-robert-frost/

And now click on this link to see the prompt and make your own submission: https://okcforgottenman.wordpress.com/2023/10/13/the-roads-both-taken-a-poetry-prompt-challenge-offering/

 

Soup’s On! For dVerse Poets

 

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The long hot summer seems to be over, folks, at least for awhile.  Hurricane Lidia has hit the coast and is heading our way. At my house, fans have been replaced by space heaters, toe socks have been dug out of storage, and the kitties have been allowed admittance to the house. Coco sits on the terrace table, facing me with hopeful eyes, and wins admittance to the bedroom for herself and Zoe. Rain has cooled down the pool and continues to fill it to overflowing, and the dVerse Poets prompt, as well as the weather, has turned my mind toward steaming cauldrons of soup.

Soup’s On!

After months of weather that is bloody hot,
it is a shock adjusting to weather that is not.
Lidia’s approaching. We feel her chilly blast.
More weather to complain about. I feel the die is cast.

Summer’s fast departing. In fact, I think it’s gone.
So jettison the ice cream and put the soup pot on.
Clear soups, consommé or bisque. Any soup will do.
Cream soups, chowder, velouté. Campbell’s, potage, stew.

I’d settle for corn chowder, chili or tomato,
but I’d be even happier if it were potato.
If there is just a drop of any soup left to be had,
I’ll settle for a soupçon. A spoonful. Just a tad.

So ring the dinner bell. At once, I’ll be by your side.
Ready to be souped-up, crackered, coffee’d, pied.
Then roll me to my bed, please, and tuck the covers tight.
Chowdered-up and toasty, I’ll bid you a good night.

The prompt for dVerse Poets today is to make soup!!! To see other poems about soup, go HERE.

Rehearsal Reblog for #MVB

I’m reblogging this blog from years ago as it seemed so perfect for the prompt today!!

Fractured Song Titles, for Fibbing Friday, Oct 6, 2023

Our topic to lie about this Friday is song titles, so here goes!

Here is the prompt: “This week I’ve chosen Song Titles, but rather than fib about who sung them, can you improvise on what they are about?”

1. Spirit in the Sky: Cocktail hour on the space shuttle.
2. MacArthur Park: What did the WW2 American Pacific commander do when he finally drove into Tokyo? (Actually, Forgottenman came up with this great answer after reading the lame one I had apologized for in an earlier version of this posting. He graciously gave me permission to claim it as my own which my conscience will not let me do!)
3. A Whiter Shade of Pale: Skin tone of Anglos after a long winter season.
4. Crocodile Rock; What we called it when we danced to  Billy Haley’s “See You Later, Alligator, After Awhile Crocodile” in the fifties.
5. Run: What we hope and pray Trump ultimately won’t be able to do again!!!
6. Don’t it make your brown eyes blue:  Contact lens ad.
7. Heaven can wait: Sign at the gate of Purgatory.
8. One night in Bangkok: Approximately 1/10th of the price of a stay at a Motel 6 in the U.S.
9. I know him so well: What Stormy Daniels  says she is “absolutely willing to testify to in court.”
10. Here comes the Sun: What Mom says to Dad every morning as she sees the paper boy pedal up on his bike.

For Pensitivity’s Fibbing Friday

An Exotic Guest

 

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Can anyone identify my exotic guest? Its body was about two inches long, not counting the antennae and legs.

Dog Day Afternoon: Well Planted, FOTD Oct 4, 2023

For Cee’s FOTD prompt

Popcorn Mystery

I’m trying to eat popcorn out of a tall blue soup bowl. I can see a hair sticking up from the popcorn, but no matter how I try, I cannot pick it out of the popcorn. I know I am reaching for the right place, but when I finish, I am empty-fingered and the hair is still there.

It is not until the third try that I realize the hair is just a reflection in the shiny smooth ceramic of the inside of the bowl!!!

3 A.M. Sighting, September 30, 2023

Light on Water

Early to bed,
this sleepy-
head me
was asleep
at nine thirty
to wake up
at three,
a cramp
in my leg
between
ankle
and knee.
So I left
my soft bed
to go out
to stew
in a steaming
hot tub
in the
night sky’s
full view,
looked up
at the sky
and could see
only two
objects
so brilliant,
they lit up
the sky.
Bright light
against black,
so vivid
and high,
with no
other stars
to compete
for my eye.
The Moon
a bright disc

that lit up
the night,
and a planet
or star
that was
equally bright,
piercing
the darkness
with heavenly
light.
Jupiter
As small as a raisin,

as bright as the moon,
over mountain and ocean
 and meadow and dune,
 it’s a midnight sonata
   minus a tune.

 

     True story.

The duet of a full moon and bright Jupiter, the only other object in the sky, was magical.

The Escape

The Escape

Her horse is cinched and saddled up,
ready to be ridden,
and yet she cannot make herself
do as she is bidden.

Over the heath and meadow,
they would have her go,
but even though she’s seized the reins,
her starting has gone slow.

She does not wish to marry.
She does not love her chosen.
Her heart that should be warm with love
in defiance has been frozen.

Her ride will not be ended where her father has decreed.
She will not sacrifice her life to his selfish greed.
So that heath and meadow, where he would have her go,
she will forsake, to follow where the winds of fate might blow.

 

Another early morning prompt from guess who:

01.57 AM These  lines just now came to me . “Her horse is cinched and saddled up. She settles in…” Is that a prompt for you, or for me?
01:58 AM you
01:59 AM Maybe. But please write the rest as well.

 

Prompt by ForgottenMan, Image by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash.

Solar Eclipse, October 14: Seeing Red––”Everybody Knows VI”

I was searching for the keys to take Yolanda home when she suddenly perched against the edge of the couch and stopped me in my search. Now I must admit that we do pretty well on short simple conversations, but she was excited and launched into one of those longer narratives where I captured about every tenth word. In this case, the first word I captured was “eclipse,” which is more or less the same in Spanish as in English. The second was “rojo” which I knew meant red.

Suddenly, I understood the essence of what she was telling me. After a few more questions and repetitions, I learned that I was to find or buy some red material to tear into strips to tie around all of my fruit trees: the banana and lime and papaya and mango. My lime tree was producing large fruit but my bananas were still in a period of gestation–about half the size they should grown to, and If I neglected to do this to protect them from the eclipse, all the fruit would fall off, or at the very least, my bananas and other fruit not ready to be picked would be stunted. As a last warning, she directed me to stay inside. Better to watch the eclipse on the television or on my computer.

Just last week, I had read that a solar eclipse was to occur on October 14 and I had mentioned to a friend that years ago, they tied red ribbons to the gate of the chayote field across from the graveyard and I noticed red strips tied around the necks of horses and cattle and dogs to deflect eclipse rays. I remembered a race down main street and had wondered why I hadn’t noticed any of this during more recent eclipses.

Yolanda then explained to me that any animal or tree or fruit in gestation needed to be protected. Women of childbearing age were told to wear red garments or even red underwear. During the last eclipse, a woman in town who was pregnant had neglected to wear red and her baby had been born with a bent nose. Yes, a race would probably be run but I was not able to understand who would run this race. Perhaps pregnant ladies? It seemed as though that could present further problems. What if someone fell? Would it mean a baby with a bent nose in spite of red underwear or a red sash?

Nonetheless, On October 14th, although I am past the age requiring red underwear, I will be careful not to look directly at the sun and just in case, or perhaps just to please Yolanda, I’ll dip into my Christmas decorations in search of my reel of red ribbon.

For other “Everybody Knows” stories about local legends, stories and gossip, see:

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2023/07/01/everybody-knows-v-the-day-that-death-came-to-town/
https://judydykstrabrown.com/2023/09/12/everybody-knows-iv-the-drunken-dog/

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2023/07/01/everybody-knows-iii-the-martyr-dog/

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2023/06/30/everybody-knows-ii/: The Caguama

https://judydykstrabrown.com/2023/06/28/everybody-knows-i-the-night-the-vet-died-for-one-liner-wednesday/