HAPPY INTERNATIONAL CAT DAY!!!!!
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I love this bronze sculpture of a cat looking into a mirror which is one of dozens along the streets and in the parks in Sheridan, Wyoming. This one is on the corner near the cinema.
For Cee’s Photographing Public Art Challenge
And, it seems like this would be appropriate for Travel With Intent’s “Reflections” prompt, as well.
Knackless
Whether you have talent is a subject that is moot.
So far you’ve written nothing that has won you much repute.
All the latent talent that you’ve meant to expose
has turned out to be nothing but the emperor’s new clothes.
Your instruction manuals have ended up intractable,
and all the plays you’ve written have turned out to be unactable
All your readers joke that instead of a word user
you’ve proven repeatedly that you’re a word abuser.
Nature’s Tithe
Cold drafts inspired carpet and swift winds gave birth to walls.
Thus, human folk keep warm and dry in their shopping malls.
A transcript of the weather might reflect our evolution.
Good turns to bad and bad to good with each revolution
of a world that seems to extract her scheduled tithe.
Nine days in ten we celebrate. The other day we writhe.
And yet we find solutions to all of her disaster.
Trials affecting change to make development go faster.
Prompts for today are inspired carpet, transcript, keeping, tithe and affect.
Advice to Self and Others
If your writing is inciting
civil discord and inviting
calls to action
by reaction
of one faction
or another, become a brother
by listening to one another.
Try a blend
of words that mend.
Work upon a pending rending
of ill thoughts you’ve been extending.
Try to start a happy ending.
Choose a task that takes you higher.
Shed your mask and bend your ire.
Anger’s such a bitter pill
that words can poison, bite and kill.
Still your vitriol and follow
kinder thoughts into that hollow
where the gentle grass is waving,
where we go to still our raving,
heeding nature’s gentle call
to save ourselves before our fall.
Here to raise the cup of peace.
That fragile glass that brings surcease.
And by that small sip that you sample,
you can be the good example
that draws another to slake their thirst
and start the journey to best from worst.
Oops.. nearly missed last week’s Wordle prompts. Here they are: writing, civil, bend, pill, mask, follow, glass, still, call, save, blend, sample.
Flower boxes and hanging planters along Main Street are filled with flowers, including these moss roses.
For Cee’s FOTD
After reading Dwight Roth’s ekphrastic poem on Vincent Van Gogh, I had to consider it as a challenge. I wrote this poem over 25 years ago. Couldn’t resist publishing it as an answer to his.
Mulberry
Vincent, who scratched your sky
And put tormented souls into your tree?
Who pushed white waterfalls
From gray granite
and ran white water purple down to these words,
etched into a marker by the stream.
Vincent, who scratched your sky
And fired the dying branches of your tree?
Who carved white steps
From living hillside?
What figure yellow-robed ascends
To cast a scribbled shadow down to green?
Vincent, who scratched your sky
and set the worm to work your tortured tree?
Who hid the bad boy
In the brush,
Then set his white soul down
To weather on the gravestone of a frozen dream?
For dVerse Poets
Since moving to Wyoming, Precious isn’t allowed outside. She has to enjoy her fall colors where she can find them.
For Cee’s FOTD
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 