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Wild Nights
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2001-2022
Wild Nights
I’m caught up in my surreal dream,
irrational as it might seem,
of tabby cats and wolverines
in leather jackets and distressed jeans,
their animal natures left behind
for culture of a human kind.
Armadillos playing squash,
then coming over for a nosh.
Butterflies on roller skates
hobnobbing with potentates,
wings integral in lifting up
to table level as they sup.
Kangaroos keep up the beat
by drumming with their paws and feet.
Cicadas sound their castanets,
summoning their sobriquets*
as rain joins in with steady drumming,
to accompany their humming.
Varied species get along:
wolf and canary join in song,
the party only breaking up
when I’m awakened by my pup
and the pets of my imagination
succumb once more to sublimation.
2022
*In Mexico, cicadas are nicknamed “Rainbirds” because their noisy clatter announces the imminent arrival of the rainy season.
Prompt words today are: culture, squash, surreal,integral, wolf, tabby cat and irrational. Photos of cat, butterfly, cicada and Zoe biting my ear are all by me. The rest are thanks to Unsplash.
Santiago’s Baptism
Santiago and mom Emi.
Auntie Yoli, back view
Grandma Yolanda, Auntie Yoli, Grandpa Juan, Uncle Oscar and Dad Juan Pablo.
Dad Juan Pablo, Santiago, Mom Emi
An uninvited guest who slept through the entire mass and most of the baptism.
Emi’s family with her Grandmother and Uncle and the little intruder photobombing in front.
Juan Pablo’s family
Fashion plate Santiago, Godparents and parents
Santiago’s Auntie Jennifer, trying to cheer him up with the teddy bear I brought him.
Why Santiago needed cheering up.
Later on, he calmed down a bit.
It is tradition that the children of the village wait outside the church to go scurrying after coins thrown into the crowd by the godfather. Since this was a double baptism, they fared very well as Santiago’s godfather had a huge bag of 5 peso coins and the godfather of the other baby baptised had just done the same before we exited.
Yoli on our boatride.
Emi’s happy brother Ramon and sister Jennifer.
When Mount Garcia dons his sobrero, you can usually expect rain.
A happy Oscar
Yoli
Some of the 16 family members at the celebration dinner.
It was by accident that we all ended up wearing the same color!
Santiago’s baptism turned out to be a six hour bash, including a one hour mass, the baptism, a family dinner at a local lakeside restaurant and boat rides on the lake. Here is pictorial proof of the fun.
Moonshadowed
Moonshadows
The rising moon between the hills gives nothing away,
but is a mute observer of the ending of the day.
Shadows moving through the grass eventually lie
quiet as the full moon ascends higher in the sky.
Then night birds weave a lullaby from their bill and croon
as broken clouds join shoulders to pass before the moon.
Space seems to reach its arms out and throw time away
as all of eternity comes to hold its sway.
We take a small vacation to join it in our dreams,
stitched into eternity within creation’s seams.
For the Sunday Swirl Wordle 572 the prompt words are: moon between throw time give nothing rising lull space broken mute shadow
Driven
Driven
If only we had been more patient
when our child’s skills were nascent.
Hadn’t prodded, hadn’t shoved,
that young one we so dearly loved,
had not created goals irrational
local, regional and national,
vying for ribbons and for gold,
pushing for numbers over-bold.
If we had stressed an education,
built a stabler foundation,
put less zhuzh into her clothes
and more of it in what she knows,
the cyberbullies who mocked her fall
would have had no power at all,
to instigate the wounded pride
that led her to her suicide.
But as it is, it was our sin
that did our lovely daughter in.
Prompt words are ribbon, zhuzh, numbers, nascent,foundation,cyberbullying and irrational. Image by Kirklai on Unsplash.
Last on the Card, September, 2022
Culinary Differences (Coping with an Artistic Palate)
Culinary Differences
(Coping with an Artistic Palate)
I’ll admit that I’m perplexed
for my spouse is sorely vexed
because he finds my menus bland
and untouched by artistic hand.
He finds my soup so pale and thin, it
needs a bit of color in it,
so I asked him how to do
more pleasing palettes for my stew.
He painted me a portrait of
a consommé he said he’d love
with so many veggies in it
and a ruby wine to thin it.
He’d like to wrap his mouth around
colors that are more profound.
to the point where I’m perplexed
over what I should cook next.
My color combination tends
towards browns and whites of various blends.
Might I aspire to red and yellow,
with pickled beets in lemon Jell-o?
He says my taste in food is static
whereas his is more erratic.
But, tired of his bitch and moan,
perhaps I’ll let him cook his own.
Alternate ending: (don’t read this one, Sam)
He suggests a novel dish
of tomato aspic around fish?
The thought of it makes my lips pucker.
Perhaps I’ll just divorce the -ucker!!!
Prompts today are red and yellow, pickle, perplexed, aspire, mouth, portrait and erratic. All of the images are from Unsplash.
Wallpaper for Flashback Friday, Sept. 30, 2022
When Fandango asked us to reblog a blog from the past, I had over 9,000 to choose from, and for some reason I chose this one.
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday, we are to repost a blog from the past.
Wallpaper
Clinging to the wall
like an old wallpaper scrap
are the words
I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you.
Their refrain slides up and down
the musical scale—
an old country tune,
plaintive and clear.
Why do I want you?
The first time I met you,
there was something about the curl of your hair.
Your eyes, so familiar—puzzled, as though
you, too, were trying to remember.
After that, it was
the set of your shoulders—
the arm stretched between your seat and mine
with your hand on the back of my seat.
All of your restraint an aphrodesiac.
The truth is
that I pined
for two days after I left,
then went on with my life.
Still, that scrap
of wanting
comes up early in the morning
as I waken
and my mind walks,
looking for someone to pin it to,
and every…
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Detente in the Animal Kingdom
Detente in the Animal Kingdom
The queen of hippopatamuses feels a bit perplexed
for she crossed the hyenas and now she has been hexed.
They’ve jinxed her favorite swimming hole so she has to swim
in a muddy tiny pond with crocs around the rim.
When she lumbers from the pond to have her usual binge
on grass, her favorite supper, she feels a little twinge.
It seems like in the puddle where she most recently sat,
waddling through the bottom mud, dragging all her fat,
she must have nudged a bit too close to a crocodile
and snagged a bit of hippo fat on his croco-smile.
He’s swinging there behind her, his tooth hooked on her tush,
creating a great disarray while crashing through the bush.
With her competing waddle, they’re an ecological threat,
destroying all the underbrush as they thrash and vet.
How will they resolve this problem that they cause?
First it’s necessary that they cool down and pause
to make peace with the hyenas so they can use their claws
to disentangle hippo skin from the croc’s sharp jaws,
thus restoring order and reinstating peace
so all this inter-species angst finally will cease!!!
Prompt words today are jinx, swing, perplexed,disarray, compete, twinge and hippopatamus. Image by J. Anders on Unsplash.
Aimless
I couldn’t help reblogging this poem which uses a bird as the metaphor for the creative process. Yes, it has a simile in it, but the entire poem itself my mind becomes a wild bird.
For Muriopsis’s Scavenger Hunt “Looking at Names” prompt number 12, to use a bird as a metaphor.
Here’s a smaller version so you can see the shape on a smaller device. I’ve been working on this shape for seven hours. Sheesh! how time flies. I have versions of four different birds, but I think I like the duck best.
In case you are curious, here is another version of “Aimless.” Same poem, different bird–a plumed exotic with its wings extended.
And, for those who haven’t had enought, here is the first view I did:
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
