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Color Your World

We were to publish photos that incorporated these three colors. Click on photos to enlarge.

Outer space, outrageous orange and pacific blue were the colors for the Color Your World Challenge

Well-dined


Well-Dined

Your settings are fantabulous–the china and the cutlery
a window to an earlier time of serving maids and butlery.
Your butter knives and bread plates, shrimp forks and the rest
might lead to intense nervousness as we’re put to the test
to know which fork we should use next. The difference between
the cake fork or the salad fork is not so easily seen.

You’re such an avid hunter through antique stores and bazaars,
searching for ornate candlesticks and antique canning jars,
that you must have been ecstatic when you found this antique set
of twelve place settings, all intact. How lucky could you get?
Eleven serving pieces, plus eleven for each setting—
to hint at all the courses that each diner would be getting.

Spoons for every purpose from ice tea to demitasse. 
So many forks that Martha Stewart would be at a loss.
Cheese knives, cake knives, butter knives. Knives for steak and fish.
A different knife or spoon or fork for every single dish!
As we sit down, it’s quite befuddling perusing them,
let alone imagining that we will all be using them.

Our sideways glances indicate we’re all of the same mind.
No matter how confusing, we are bound to be well-dined!

 

These particular prompt words somehow led me to a memory of a brass-with-teakwood- handles set of cutlery that I bought in a bazaar in India. It was comprised of 144 pieces–eleven pieces in each of the twelve place settings and eleven serving pieces. I was so impressed with it in it’s lovely red felt-lined teakwood case that I bought two of them—one for me and one for my sister. They were, however, a pain to wash and keep shiny as you couldn’t put them in the dishwasher, and when I moved to Mexico, I sold mine. My sister’s had been consigned to her basement storage long before that, but I did once throw a dinner party where I invited eleven people and served a course for each implement. This meant: salad fork, shrimp fork, dinner fork, cake fork, demitasse spoon, ice tea spoon, soup spoon, teaspoon, steak knife, butter knife, regular knife.

Everything went fine until one friend showed up half an hour late from the bar, drunk and with three friends! Needless to say, I was not happy as my service didn’t stretch to fifteen. I had to set up another card table with my regular cutlery and  they had to eat their shrimp cocktail and salad with the same fork.  After that, my own set was consigned to basement storage as well, but at least it led to this poem.

Prompt words for today are fantabulous, hunter, ecstatic, intense and window. Photo by Dilyara Garifullina on Unsplash. Used with permission.

 

The Hunt


The Hunt

They primp and they posture and leave parts uncovered.
Few parts of their bodies are left undiscovered.
Pitching their assets, they rip off small parts
of their form-hugging Levis to capture the hearts
and the libido of young men in passing.
It’s part of their flirting and tongue-in-cheek sassing.
Euphoric and giggling or slightly aloof,
they are every boy’s fantasy, out on the hoof.
Equality isn’t their goal or their pleasure,
for the power they yield is more than full measure.

Their cups runneth over. With their charms, it’s a cinch.
If birds were their quarry, no more than a pinch
of salt would be needed to capture their tail.
Their fish have been caught and just writhe in their pail.
Young huntresses all, yet each young man they meet
no doubt finds them guileless–innocent and sweet.
They are slightly misguided—naive in their Dockers,
thinking that they are the ones who are stalkers.
We will not inform them that hunters they’re not.
They just follow the bait until they are caught!

Prompt words today are posture, covered, euphoric, equality and pitch. Illustration downloaded with permission from Unsplash.

Breach of Conduct

 

Breach of Conduct

There’s a glitch in my spelling—a flub in my speech.
I spelled the word breech when it should have been breach.
There’s a stupendous difference from word to word,
thus my conveyed meaning was rather absurd.
Forgive me for saying that your breech was ample.
and sending the notice out to get a sample
of whether the world at large shared my opinions,
and that is how my formidable minions
came to demonstrate actions unseemly and rude.
Their remarks about size were incredibly crude.
And so though I am sure that your actions were dumb,
I have no opinion re/ the size of your bum! 

Prompt words today are glitch, speech, stupenous, demonstrate and sample. Photo by Obi Onyeador on Unsplash.

Unready for Steady

Unready for Steady

I’m being boyfriended to death, and it’s only been a week
of walking home from school together, strolling cheek-to cheek.
I never see my girlfriends. I have no time alone.
Every single moment, we are touching bone-to-bone.
I didn’t really think about the facts of going steady.
I guess I should have realized that I just wasn’t ready.
So because you are his best friend, I’m begging you to ready him
because after school today, I’m going to unsteady him!

For dVerse Poets Pub: Verbing

News on the Santa Cruz County Fire from the L.A. Times

Small town’s ‘ragtag outfit’ stays behind to fight wildfire.
(Thanks to Janet Waters for sending this to me.)

 

With little outside help, folks in Bonny Doon came together to save homes.

By Alex Wigglesworth and Susanne Rust, L.A. Times

BONNY DOON, Calif. — This town northwest of Santa Cruz is known for its wineries, rugged redwood canyons and a Scottish name said to originate from a Robert Burns song.

Many of its 2,600 residents prefer that the world leave them alone — except when an explosive wildfire is raging through their unincorporated community.

Getting little initial help from outside fire agencies, about 50 Bonny Doon residents decided to stay behind in a bid to save homes from the CZU Lighting Complex fire.

“We’ve been battling it, kind of a ragtag outfit,” Mike Zucker, 70, said Sunday. He said many residents were used to living under the threat of fire and were prepared with water tanks and hydrants.

“They basically created their own small fire department,” said Zucker’s nephew Joel Kauffman, 44, who owns a house in Davenport and lives in Hawaii. “They’ve got Google Docs, they’re paying attention to weather forecasts and exit routes — they’re extremely well organized. If they hadn’t done this, countless more homes would have burned.”

On Friday, a drive up Alba Road from Ben Lomond to Empire Grade in Bonny Doon revealed a post-apocalyptic scene, with the skeletons of trees curled down toward the ashy, wind-swept ground, black and charred. Blown-out shells of water tanks and propane tanks dotted the landscape.

It is not known how many Bonny Doon homes burned last week, but residents were ordered to evacuate — crucial because the community is known for its narrow canyon roads, where people and firefighters could easily be trapped in a firestorm. On Thursday, authorities feared that the fire would continue to rage south into nearby UC Santa Cruz, prompting authorities to evacuate the campus.

Nonetheless, some people stayed and some stayed to fight flames. Several in Kauffman’s family were working as members of the improvised crew and have been toiling for days straight without a break.

“They’ve got squads, scouters on motorbikes, chainsaws, bulldozers,” he said. “They’re creating their own fire lines with very little to no support from Cal Fire.

“While there were some Cal Fire crews in the area working hard to fight the blaze, there simply haven’t been enough of them.”

But things appeared to shift Sunday afternoon, when multiple strike teams arrived and helicopters started dumping water from a nearby pond on the community, he said.

Stacie Brownlee, fire chief in Ben Lomond, said that after news stories publicized the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection’s lack of support in the area, the agency began sending in minimal reinforcements.

“That’s really turned things around,” Zucker said over the crackle of walkie-talkies, which he and other residents have been using to coordinate.

As the fire pushed up from the east, the improvised crew had focused their effort on keeping it from going down into the steep, overgrown Laguna Canyon to the west, which would have funneled the flames toward more homes, including his own, he said.

“That would have been a disaster,” he said. “There’s so much fuel it would have burnt considerably further and jeopardized our house.”

They were successful in digging a containment line that stopped the fire before it reached the canyon.

“Everybody was kind of armed with a chainsaw,” Zucker said. “Lots of shovels. The bulldozers being able to make firebreaks.”

Once the fire line was bulldozed through, residents monitored the area to put out small spot fires that kept creeping over, he said. They put out flames on one of his neighbor’s houses three times, he said. It was still standing Sunday.

As word spread of their fight, people sneaked through roadblocks to deliver supplies or to lend a hand.

“There are supply chains; there’s people delivering food,” Kauffman said, noting two of his in-laws were headed up there Sunday afternoon. “It’s far from an unorganized group.”

For firefighters in Ben Lomond and Boulder Creek, the residents’ presence is concerning, and also confusing. Stories of people on motorbikes and vans entering the evacuated area to steal from abandoned homes have made it hard for the firefighters to know who are residents — or thieves.

“It just adds to the mess up here,” Todd Ellis, a captain with Ben Lomond’s fire district, said as he pointed to two motorbikes speeding down Empire Grade.

By the time the added professional help arrived Sunday, it had been nearly a week since the fire raged into Bonny Doon, sparked by a siege of dry lightning strikes that lit up swaths of Northern and Central California.

Cal Fire said it had crews in the community throughout the week but that the agency has also been forced to contend with serious resource shortages because of the multitude of fires burning. The number of firefighters assigned to the CZU fire had increased to 1,349 by Sunday morning after hovering near 600 for several days earlier in the week, said Daniel Potter, a Cal Fire spokesman.

“So in the past few days we have more than doubled the initial firefighting force that was originally on this fire,” he said. “Still, when units get here, we’ll gladly take them, but there’s no saying when they’ll get here.”

Firefighters have also been hampered by a shortage of hand crews partly because of a lack of inmate firefighters, Potter said.

“That’s always been a problem lately especially now that the whole COVID thing is going and the early release to help minimize the chance of people spreading it in the camp system,” he said.

Even with the added resources that arrived Sunday, Zucker said he planned to remain behind. He was apprehensive about a storm system that had been forecast to hit the area Sunday night, but fortunately, it proved mild.

“We know that of course the professionals don’t want amateurs in their way,” Zucker said. “But when there weren’t any professionals up here, we really had no choice.”

https://enewspaper.latimes.com/infinity/article_share.aspx?guid=46e45db1-1535-4c6f-b4ba-2673558ac02f

Read the Signs

Read the Signs

Days of wild adventure, pulsing with delights
are turning into zombie days that fade to zombie nights.
Nothing on our agendas. No traveling, no dates—
our calendars reduced to onerous empty slates.

It does no good to protest. God hears not when we ask.
We merely have to don that necessary mask.
Though every instinct urges camaraderie,
Mother Nature warns us that she will wait and see.

Will we clean up our messes? Put out every fire?
Calm her winds of warning before we all expire?
Ban plastic from her oceans, stop digging for black gold?
Cool the global warming and restore the cold?

If we will not listen, she’ll only turn deaf ears
to all our present pleadings, to all our future fears.
Oh foolish foolish children, just dealing with effects
instead of paying heed to what nature expects.

 

Prompt words today are instinct, nothing, protest, onerous and zombie.

Why I am Voting for Biden, by Duffy Exon

 

A friend in Wyoming who happens to be the significant other of one of my best longtime friends wrote this explanation of why he is voting for Biden. It comes as close to the reason why I am doing the same as anything else I’ve read, so I wanted to share it with you:

Bogged Down in Blog

This is a reblog from a few years ago==but meets this prompt so well that I’m sending it through again.

For Fandango’s DDOA Prompt: Thank your followers.

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Internet Infraction: Bogged Down in Blog

The only way I’d ever stop
is flagged down by a cyber cop
who says my blogging cannot last
if I continue to go so fast.
He’d give a lecture and a ticket
and then he’d actually stick it
across my screen with strict instruction
to cease this method of destruction.

If life had meant us to go on line
hour after hour––eight or nine
hours or more day after day,
with always one more thing to say,
why would it give us legs to go
and feet to walk on, heel to toe?

Day after day, it’s grown obscene––
my eyes plastered upon my screen,
my fingers stiff with my attention
over what I might next mention––
fingers drumming, tapping, bending
all the while sending sending––
typing out, first fast then slow
my life as a reality show.

Until I wonder if I log

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