Please click on photos to enlarge and see details. I used Photos editing on my Mac, then Picasso, Sketch and Beauty on the LunaPic Art Setting.
Here’s the challenge: https://www.thesquirrelchase.com/2022/04/01/one-to-three-photo-processing-challenge-april-2022/
Everyday Love Story
Your hair tasseled by your restless sleep,
you hover on the cusp of dreams.
The conspiracy of morning tumbles your consciousness,
so you flounder somewhere between perception and fantasy.
How can I express the difference you have brought to my life?
I go in search of coffee to energize your day
as just the awareness of you has fueled mine.
Prompt words today for NaPoWriMo Day 2 and my usual 5 prompt sites are cusp, tassels, energize, perception, express and conspiracy. Image from Unsplash.
Antipodes
Forever might be short, but never is much longer.
Hating may be brutal, but loving is much stronger.
Cords that bind together may hold at any angle,
but broken bonds of friendship are the ones more apt to strangle.
All things have their antipode and all things have their better.
What we wrap around us may hug or it may fetter.
In a world of opposites, be careful what you choose.
Everything we reach for is something we stand to lose.
Here is the NaPoWriMo early bird prompt: https://www.napowrimo.net/one-day-to-go-and-an-early-bird-prompt-3/ which is to write a poem based on a line from Emily Dickinson. The line I chose is: “Forever might be short.” Image by Oleg Oprisco. https://www.oprisco.com/
Cryogenic Ponderings
I hear that they’re researching cryogenic preservation,
and I admit I view it with a certain hesitation.
I’m drawn to such longevity, but must admit I worry
about what aftereffects such a heedless act might curry.
As wily as I now may be, as cunning and as clever,
will irresistible qualities remain with me forever?
Will I be packed with garlic to keep me fresh and bugless?
Will I still be so sexy after eons going hugless?
Can minds be kept as fresh as flesh? Can kind hearts be conserved?
Can intellect and soul be saved and memory preserved?
What good will body do one in a thousand years or more
if they can not conserve those things we hold here in our core?
Prompt words today are drawn, irresistible, wily, garlic and cryogenic.
Image by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash.
The white paint on the tree is to protect it from insects. The art is just to express true tree love!!!
Not Missin’ Dissin’
I’m inclined to winnow out
friends who grouse and whine and pout.
I prefer to share my housing
with companions much more rousing.
It’s not that I’m beyond reproach,
for my mood’s been known to encroach
upon the moods of those around me,
yet, within reason, I surround me
with folks of a happier bent
who, if they rail and curse and vent,
do so at a minimum
and once they’ve finished feeling glum,
do not make their own frustration
part of my reeducation.
One time or two I’ll gladly listen
to your pointless constant dissin’.
But if you’re gloomy day and night,
kindly grant me a respite.
Put my phone number on hold
if you just wish to bitch and scold.
You can always reinstall
my number when you’ve cured y’all
of your pointless railing at
the traffic, neighbors or the cat.
Fair weather friend? Indeed, I’m not.
I’ll soothe your brow and stir your pot,
but I will not be joining thee
in the quagmire of your misery.
Prompt words today are reinstall, reproach, frustration, winnow and housing. Image by Nik Shuliahin on Unsplash.
The Course of True Love
My induction to your heart was met with brackish tears
intermingled, yours and mine, as though we both had fears.
Would our love form a hybrid, jubilant and true,
or would there be conditions, demands and counting coup?
Fresh love may be wild, rushing a vagrant course,
sloshing over edges, straying from its source.
But as it is a river, it will resume its banks
and flow us down together, with our deepest thanks.
Prompts today are brackish, hybrid, jubilant, induct, and condition.
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Layoff
I cannot endorse your obvious redundancy
due to the work force’s current abundancy.
Our air of pathos is painful to bear
with all life’s prosperity gone from the air.
The garlands are down and the flambeaus blew out.
There’s no joyous reason for dancing about.
When bosses agree to some conciliation,
then it will be time enough for jubilation.
‘Til then, I’ll commiserate, cry in my beer,
wishing that you weren’t regrettably near,
for with you at work, I am fed and supported.
What will I do if your job is aborted?
Prompt words today are flambeau, conciliatory, pathos, endorse and redundancy. Image by Thom Masat on Unsplash.
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