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Extended Family

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.

Grass Bouquet: FOTD Mar 2, 2020

 

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For Cee’s FOTD Prompt.

 

Here’s a second try at getting the pingback correct for Cee’s FOTD

Last Shot

 

 

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.

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Bloggers

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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.

Ginger: Flower of the day, March 2, 2020

 

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ForCee’s Flower of the Day prompt.

When First Love Expires (Not a Reblog)

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When First Love Expires

Go tell the young ladies. Go tell the young men.
Those shattered by lost love will find love again.
We recover from passion. Rarely does it kill,
and there’s plenty more of it over the hill.

That queen of your pulse, that king of your heart,
may not be your ending. It may be your start.
Don’t retire with your failure, but once more begin.
Take the leap and try love all over again.

That sweet grass dried up, we harvest as hay.
First love is a beacon that just lights the way

for your next lover—an adequate light
to create a harvest from yesterday’s blight.

Love is a virus that’s hopelessly catching—
a miraculous egg that just goes on hatching.
So do not despair if your first love expires.
Make further use of the lust it inspires.

 

The prompts for today are beacon, adequate, recover, leap and king.

Reblog: Singlish

Uno mas: the encore. Good morning, LifeLessons readers, OkcForgottenMan still here. Judy has completed her writers retreat and is planning on driving to the Pacific beach town of La Manzanilla today, so I’m extending my reblogging of some of her older poems. It’s been a fun gig for me as I have strolled back through her blog archive, wondering which to select. I’ll look forward to doing so again, when Judy feels the urge to wander.

My pick today is a delightfully imaginative ditty she posted in May, 2016. It’s called “Singlish“. I hope y’all enjoy, as always.

Roberta’s Garden: FOTD Feb 29, 2020

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For Cee’s FOTD

Reblog: Scar

Good evening, LifeLessons readers, OkcForgottenMan still here. Judy is winding down the last day of her writers retreat, and I’m here winding up reblogging some of her older poems. It’s been a fun gig for me as I have strolled back through her blog archive, wondering which to select. I’ll look forward to doing so again, when Judy feels the urge to wander.

My final pick today (and for this go-around?) is a shape poem from May, 2016. Let’s see how you like it. I do. It’s called “Scar“.

Reblog: Earned Solitude

Good evening, LifeLessons readers, OkcForgottenMan here yet again. Judy continues toiling in the final day her writers retreat in Colima, and I’m still here reblogging some of her older poems. It’s a fun gig for me as I stroll back through her blog archive, wondering which to select. I’ve done this before, and I’m looking at her posts from 2016 this go-around.

My second selection today (one more later? maybe.) is something a little different. It’s based on a NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem to be told backwards! I think Judy did quite well. What do y’all think? The poem is titled “Earned Solitude“.

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