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I almost entered these photos for Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt. These breakfasts at a beach restaurant in La Manzanilla, Mexico were as good as they looked! Beautiful artistry for the eye and stomach.
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Granted, this is a lovely window, but no one can deny that the red swimsuit dominates.
Here is my contribution to the Monday Windows Challenge.
apple pie!!
I wrote this “Apple” poem as a parody of Gerald Manley Hopkins’ poem “Pied Beauty.” His poem is below mine…
Pied Beauty II
Thanks be to Sara Lee for appled things—
For pies, for apple fritters and for thin-rolled strudel crust;
For pastries of the fruit of Eve and sauce it swims within;
Fresh-cooked in ovens, how their sweet juice sings;
The sugar clotted and pierced— place it on plate we must;
And all taste, for how can tackling it be such a sin?
All things made of flour and Crisco and of apples sweet;
(How can they by nutritionists be so sorely cussed
With words professing they won’t make us thin?)
With their tart flavor are sure our lips to meet;
And meet again.
—Judy Dykstra-Brown
And now, the original:
Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things –
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
–Gerard Manley Hopkins
The dVerse Poetsprompt today is apples.
This is the second blooming of this plant that just sort of petered out a few months ago. Looks like it has its strength back again. Photographed a few weeks ago before I left home.
For Cee’s FOTD
Mama’s Brief Lapse
I simply will not gossip. I’ll reveal not one small detail
about the time your mom decided, “No more buying retail!”
Hereafter, she’d cruise bargain basements, seeking out her booty.
Designer stores? Off-limits. Prada? Way too snooty.
This concept lasted months, at least, but it was just a phase.
One morning, she emerged as though she’d been in a haze
and had a small epiphany, there lying on her chaise,
climbed into her Ferrari and headed to Hermès
where the road to her recovery was smoothed by flattery
in corsetry and ballgowns, in sportswear and in hattery
as she restored her wardrobe with finery more grand
than she had ever managed buying second hand!!!
Prompt words today are smooth, snooty, details, haze and concept.
Extended Family
My furry raider sloshed through rain
out to the barn and back again,
but next trip was a passenger
his human cuddled close to her
so both could view the transient
new mother so intently bent
over her bounty, newly born
this blustery, rainy, wind-swept morn.
One more thing born that rainy day
around three homeless ones that lay
snuggled down within the hay
protected from the weather’s fray—
a sense of family between
an old male cat, once feral, mean—
who had been taken in himself
and these three waifs, curled on a shelf
within that barn where I’d found him.
Now both of us discovered them
and that day welcomed them, all three
to our extended family.
Prompt words today are raider, slosh, transient, bounty, and passenger.
Bushboy’s challenge was to publish the last shot on your SD card for February 2020. Mine is literally a shot (and a bit.) . It’s a Sangria—the drink ordered by my friend Diane last night. Ironically, although the glass says Colima, I left Colima yesterday and it was in La Mazanilla, Jalisco that this photo was taken.
Bloggers
The world is awakening. See? One-by-one
they enter the blog world to share in the fun—
all the day long, until they are done.
Then with the day’s passing and the death of the sun,
in the hours after midnight, it seems there are none.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 