Impressionable Dozer
The whole house is sleeping—the dogs and the cats
on the chair and the sofa and their cushy mats.
Even the air seems stilled in its rush.
I am calmed by its torpor and lulled by its hush.
Although there are labors I know I should do,
I survey my agenda and plan it anew.
It’s hot in my bedroom, but the sofa looks nice.
I go to the kitchen for water and ice.
Then I grab my computer and spread myself out.
With no one to disturb, as there’s no one about,
I may nod off myself before long, but I hope
that I’ll finish this first, but as you can see…..
Nope.
The dVerse Poets prompt today is to write a Quadrille on the topic of sleep. Ironically, just before looking up the prompt, I had just taken the above photos and was thinking of writing about exactly that topic. Thus, this poem that half-fills the bill. Not a quadrille, but I really did fall asleep before finishing it so I should get double points for succumbing that fully to the prompt..
Now, guess where I am headed?
Wet Alibi
Two thunderous bolts of lightning split the midnight sky.
No one was here to hear them. Only the dogs and I.
The priggish cats were nestled in a knot deep in their bed,
stomach against stomach, inverted tail to head.
Rain fell down in buckets. Lights flickered off and back,
then off again and all the world descended into black.
When some derelict wiring succumbed to the first drop,
I tried to phone a report to the electricity cop,
but not a person answered at the guard house or Con Ed,
so I finally accepted that the whole world had gone dead.
No wifi meant no internet. No music. No TV.
A twelve-hour outage led to nil blogging activity.
And that is why the phone just rang with an inquiry.
Forgottenman was wondering what had become of me.
Was I not going to post? So I hastened to the job.
The lights are on. It’s time to feed the hungry blogster mob!
True story, all of it., except for the poetic license of calling the Mexican electrical commission (CFE) Con Ed. The rhyme, you know….Over 16 hours without electricity. My story and I’m sticking to it. Actually, half of the house was in brownout and the rest totally without electricity. Evidently this was an area-wide outage, but just in spots. All the houses around me were dark. Below me there were lights and this was true in all the villages along the lake. Weird.
Prompt words today are thunderous, active, derelict, prig,
accept.
Rainy Season, at Last!
The drought has been demoted to third or fourth page news
since storm clouds started gathering in various somber hues.
The headlines now predict the news that storms will soon be coming,
and those athirst for moisture will soon find raindrops drumming.
Rivulets with ebb and flow and gutters will be brimming
and they might as well close down the school. The kids will all be swimming!
Prompt words today are athirst, demoted, ebb, flow and headline.
Mother’s Day is celebrated a few days later in Mexico than it is in the States. Jesus brought his family to my house to start out the day of celebration last Tuesday. He is pictured with his wife, Berta, son Eduardo and daughter Rosario and her boyfriend Jairo, as well as my “Kids”–stepson Jeff and his wife Debbi. We had a fun whirlwind week trying to beat the heat. This pool party helped.
Click on photos to enlarge.
Here are some more photos. You may notice that Zoey received more than her share of attention:
The only problem arose when Jesus tried to put on his shoes and socks and Zoey turned proprietorial. It took three people assert Jesus’ claims to his own shoes and socks.
Click on photos to see the action:
Disquieting Muses
Disquieting muses take over my mind,
creating dreams of the frustrating kind.
They open the padlocks and bring out to play
old worries I thought had been long locked away.
Iniquities for which I thought I’d atoned
seem to have thrived and emerge newly cloned.
Richer by far as though funded by time,
they grow flowering vines that smother and climb.
They glow in the dark to remind me of all
that I’ve done in the past that could cause a great fall.
But when I awaken, I know very well
that purloined penny candies won’t land me in Hell.
Prompt words are disquieting, padlock, iniquity, glow and fund.
Revolt at Walmart
Give us the proper rebate if you want us to behave.
We have our coupons in our hands and we’re not going to cave.
It is not iniquity to ask for what you’re due.
Accede to our demands or we’re going to mount a coup.
So what if it’s a misprint in the paper? Not our fault.
Produce what you offered, for we’re not going to halt.
Although you say to honor it would amount to a steal,
20 for 1 seems to us a reasonable deal!
Prompt words for the day are proper, beam, rebate, iniquity and behave.
Join us at 11AM this Wednesday, May 11th at El Gato Feo Coffee shop at 16 de Septiembre #18 in Ajijic for “Meet the Authors” readings. Each author will read from their published book for about 20 minutes and answer your questions. They will be signing copies of their book for your purchase. Coffee/Tea from El Gato Feo will be available and seating is in the cozy Salon of Estrellitas B&B next door.
Judy Dykstra-Brown will be reading from her considerable array of poetry and stories. From Judy: “I’ve always liked both poems and paintings that tell stories. I’ll be telling mine in poetry, their themes ranging from a little girl curled up in the corner of a sofa in the 50’s, listening to her dad trading tales with his friends to a dreaded Aunt Knox who seems to consider socks as perfect Christmas presents and from a first kiss to a last dance that finally takes place four years after the death of one of the participants. From a town of 700 on the lone prairies of South Dakota to a hot tub fed by mineral hot springs in Mexico, these stories have been brewing in me for over 70 years. I’d now like to share them with you.”
Ted Shaw will be reading from his book, The Magic of Wonder, Ted reveals the strategies that actually work and how you can do them at home. Everything is explained in easy-to-understand language. When you are finished with this book, you will have a new resource that you can tap into for the rest of your life.
Glenda Rogers will be reading from her recently published novel A-MUSED: Columbia University’s star astrophysicist, Rani, travels to Greece and encounters constellations, not the star charts she knows, but flesh and bone creatures who’ve fallen from the sky. A-mused, a laugh out loud, Adult Romance, is a mythic journey of becoming who we are meant to be even when the stars align against us.
Face Off!
It’s always there in front of me, greeting people first.
With having to live up to it, I always have been cursed.
When I want to look pious, it breaks out in a grin
revealing that within me there is a bit of sin.
It blushes when that boy walks in that I don’t want to know it.
I’m trying to be mysterious, and then I go and blow it!
It heats up and blushes when I’m trying to be cool.
How can something a part of me break every single rule?
When I doll up in my finest, then spend an hour on it,
adding shadow, blush and lashes, it decides to grow a zit!
I’m tired of facing up to its erratic bad behavior.
It seems to be my enemy when I most need a savior.
I’d like to go before it to decide what people see
before my face inserts itself, claiming to be me.
Then Covid comes along and gives me everything I ask.
Ironic that it takes a plague to furnish me a mask.
