I can always tell that Christmas is coming up when my poinsettias start blooming. These are just in first bloom. Click on photos to enlarge.
For Cee’s FOTD
I can always tell that Christmas is coming up when my poinsettias start blooming. These are just in first bloom. Click on photos to enlarge.
For Cee’s FOTD
The Afterlife
When it comes to thinking about the afterlife,
differing opinions are likely to run rife.
Norse warriors were rewarded by a ticket to Valhalla.
Muslims aspire to Jannah after judgement day by Allah.
In order to prepare for it, a Catholic confesses,
hoping to atone in time for all his Earthly messes.
A protestant believes in heaven but not in confessing.
He deals with sins within his prayers and leaves his preacher guessing
about what he’s been up to, storing misdeeds in his head,
atoning for his weaknesses in private, before bed.
He fears if he’s a sinner or a selfish reprobate,
access might be denied to him at the pearly gate.
Atheists are cavalier, not needing a solution
to the ills they do on Earth, fearing no retribution.
The good they do in life is not for heavenly reward.
The charity they practice, done of their own accord.
Whether there’s an afterlife, they don’t pretend to know.
Comminatory actions limited to life below.
Afterlife or not, however, animals don’t worry.
They graze and swim and procreate, swim and fly and scurry,
unaware there’s anything wrong in what they do.
They do not pray on bended knee nor frequent any pew.
They live the lives they’re given, just following their nature,
not fretting over afterlives of any nomenclature.
Prompts today are afterlife, cavalier, coalesce, comminatory and weakness.
Smiths
Like a seal or fish or otter
slips into its world of water,
so do smiths of any sort—
(word or metalsmith) cavort
in their shops or in their minds
to create wonders of two kinds.
The smith’s returns of mind or hammer,
while they may create a clamor
by their constant stimulation,
forge in us a strong sensation,
opening our minds and eyes
to thoughts formerly in disguise.
Never underestimate
those born to shape and malleate.
They build our knowledge, blow on blow,
to show us different ways to go.
The words or metal that they wrangle
into book or silver spangle,
swell the whole world’s education,
then add to its decoration.
Prompt words today are spangle, malleate, otter, sensation and return.
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And, I can’t help it. I have to try sneaking this into Cee’s Coat of Many Colors prompt.
Also, her CBWC feet or paws prompt. Not strictly black and white, Cee? You’ve got to admit that the kitty is black and white and the little girl has selected the contrasting color! How can that not count? (Born to rebel.)
And, for Sunday Stills Fur and Feathers.
Writer’s Block
Rip up your notebook and throw it away.
At heart, you know you have nothing to say.
The cadre of writers who came on before you
wrote legions of words guaranteed not to bore you.
They composed solid volumes of bountiful wit.
Their number of sales will verify it.
The drivel you write is mere uninspired lore,
so better you read what they wrote than write more.
Prompt words today are notebook,solid, bountiful, cadre and number.
Some people call these “black-eyed Susans” although that is not really their name. They are thunbergias, but not the big purple or blue Thunbergia Grandiflora. Both, however, like to travel.
For Cee’s FOTD
These are the vines that are taking over my upper garden. They’ve totally smothered the bougainvillea in the center of the yard.