Feral Nature
This being human is hard
when your blood
draws you to midnight,
throat stretched in a love song
torn from a wild soul.
Your wiry pelt,
raised by the moon’s gravitational pull,
sheds humanity’s cloak,
springs out from hiding,
and reveals its ruff.
The wildest creature for miles,
you lope for the forest,
then bound to the highest hill
to proclaim this night’s dominion
over a too-tame world.
For dVerse Poets. Image by JP Valery on unsplash, used with permission.
Judy’s note: I had to share with you this Facebook message I just received from my friend Candace. This wonderful message came with this note: “The author (unknown) is encouraging copy/paste if you like.” I hope it is true that the anonymous author has asked us to copy and paste it. If you know different, let me know and I will cite the author or remove it.
I love how jade plants replicate easily from every shed leaf. This walking stick visitor didn’t seem interested in dining on it. Just curious, perhaps. Anyone know what you’d call fifteen siblings born at the same time from the same mother? Quinceuplets?
For Cee’s FOTD
What are you doing at midnight? Whatever it is, take some photos. Write a few lines. Scribble a poem. Sketch us a sketch. Write a song. Dance a dance. Cook us a midnight treat, mix us a twelve o’clock cocktail. Whatever you are doing at midnight, post it on your blog and share it with us by posting a pingback or making a link back to my comment section..
These are my actions in the hour leading up to midnight on Mar 13, 2021 in San Juan Cosala, Jalisco, Mexico. (On Lake Chapala near Guadalajara.)
Initially, I was fussing over the succulent wall, that I’d changed yesterday, again switching things around. (Click on photos to enlarge and read captions.)
Now, what are you doing at midnight?
Click on photos to enlarge.
The arrangement below is my new addition to this wall, which used to have a very large jade plant where the new arrangement is. I moved it because it was obscuring some of the plants above it. It is now moved to the side but very nearby.
For Cee’s FOTD. Mar 12, 2021
Okay, here are my answers for this week’s silly questions!!! Please forgive.
1. Who, or what, is will o’ the wisp?
A very good hairdresser.
2. What is a noggin?
A thimble full of egg nog.
3. What is a bobbin?
An over-active robin.
4. What are otherwise known as crows feet?
Blackbird tootsies.
5. What is jerky?
A wagon ride over train tracks.
6. What is aplomp?
The past tense of Aplomb
7. What is a caricature?
A cartoon drawing of an automobile.
8. What is a misdemeanor?
The orneriest girl in my high school class.
9. What’s the difference between a blimp and a blip?
The letter “M.”
10. What is an arctic roll?
Also called a ski slope: a thin crust covered with icing and a fine powder.
A Speedy Release
A fellow by the name of Kurtz
never sipped when he could Xertz.
No matter what the size or name
of liquid, it was just the same.
Milk or water, Coke or beer
took just seconds to disappear.
When asked to give an interview,
He said, “Please meet me in the loo,”
and when he rose, most resolutely,
the news reporter said, “Absolutely,”
hustling after as Kurtz sped
out of the barroom to the head,
whereupon he caused to pass
that liquid lately in his glass.
Thus did the newsman get his lead.
To simplify, he said, “Kurtz peed,
beating his record for fast sipping,
by three seconds, stream to dripping!
Prompt words today are interview, simplify, resolute, xertz (to gulp down quickly and greeditly) and size.
Misnomer
It doesn’t need a passport to pass from place to place.
It has no hands or feet or lips. It barely has a face.
Contrary to rumor, it is neither deaf nor mute.
It does not plan agendas nor chart its daily route.
Most beautiful of insects, it flutters here and there,
settling on a flower or sometimes in your hair.
Not likely to be overweight. In fact, I would be stunned
if I ever saw a butterfly the least bit rotund.
Elegant and whimsical and flittery and fluttery,
I think it’s a misnomer that a butterfly is buttery.
In touch, they are akin to tissue paper or a doily.
They are not soft or slimy, neither slippery nor oily.
And so I hereby must refute the insect name recorder.
When it came to this one name, letters got out of order.
I think there was confusion when recording the word butterfly.
What its namer should have said was that it was a flutterby!
Prompt words today are butterfly, route, orotund and passport. (I exercised a bit of poetic license here and substituted the word “rotund” for “orotund.” What’s one little letter among friends?)
Supine Flu
Do you struggle when the alarm goes off every morning? If you have a really hard time, you could have something called dysania. This means you simply can’t get out of bed for about 1 to 2 hours after you wake up.
Doctors have reported an outbreak of dysania.
Folks suffer from the syndrome from Missouri to Albania.
It’s interfering with world markets and sustainability,
and athletes have determined it’s affecting their agility.
Campers seeking all the pristine beauty of the wilderness
report that they are sleeping in and therefore they are hiking less.
Card sharks spend more time at home, bed-bound in their lair
for hours in the morning, playing solitaire.
Moms trying to spark interest in starting their kids’ days,
are equally lethargic, and prone to merely laze.
When it comes to what to call the curse, science is still vague,
for It seems most of the scientists have come down with the plague.
They put off their experiments and their cogitations
in lieu of morning lollings-about in their habitations.
Coffee shops are suffering and worldwide, gyms are closing
as people give up other morning hangouts for reposing.
The whole world has gone lazy and is given to the lying-in.
So much for morning exercise, conditioning and getting thin.
And although most joggers have ceased morning exploring,
Sealy Posturepedic stocks have been reported soaring!
They’ve tried to conduct seminars from New York to the Hague
to try to solve the puzzle of this early morning ague,
but the lazy attendees have said we’ll have to guess,
for science cannot seem to conquer this new laziness!
They haven’t even named it yet, so in their usual fashion,
world wits have exercised their nomenclature-driven passion.
Since the scientists are sleeping in, they do not have a clue
that the whole world has agreed that they have the Supine Flu.
Prompt words today are shark, spark, dysania, pristine and sustainability.
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