Howdy, folks. Forgottenman here feeding Judy’s blog a bit while she toils away in Buenavista, Quintana Roo, for a month to concentrate on finishing her Ethiopian memoir. I offered to do some guest (re)blogs of some of her ancient blogs that might garner a few new reads. First up is this poem she wrote five years ago today to a series of prompt words. I loved it then and still do. I hope it’s new to some of you. Happy reading!
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #101”. Today’s number is 223 (posted by Forgottenman for Judy). To play along, go to your photos file folder and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title. This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.
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for Bushboy’s Last on the Card prompt.
Today I am off to Quintana Roo to try to finish (crossed fingers) my book on my Ethiopian experience…now 50 years in the making. Since friends claim a big reason I haven’t is that I’m so distracted both by events here and by my blogging, I’m going to see if they are right and if total isolation will bring on that geriatric muse that is still limping about somewhere in my memory, perhaps I’ll accomplish my task.
Please don’t desert me entirely. I have over 112,000 past blogs to be reconnoitered and I’ll be back in January. Merry Christmas to all. I might occasionally cheat and take a look at your blogs, but it is a bit like chocolate. Hard not to guzzle the whole box.
Forgottenman has asked me if I’d like him to publish some of my old blogs on my blog while I’m gone, and I would love it so hope he does. See you in January!!! oxoxoox Judy
Update from ForgottenMan. After some issues getting their rental car in Tulum for the 2-hour drive south to Bacalar, Judy & Xill are finally at their destination. While she’s cloistering there, I hope to repost some of her earlier blogs and any updates she may provide.
Um, do y’all know “TTFN” is a 90s expression for “Tata for now”?
Birthday Debacle
The rumors are untrue. He is a scurrilous liar.
I did not eat the birthday cake. I did not start the fire.
My serenity is not a ruse. I’m innocent of error.
I swear I had no hand in your recent birthday terror.
The dog has done his utmost to brand me as the thief,
but the fool is barely lucid. Could you not see his relief
when you started to upbraid me as he chased me, headed south,
crumbs falling from his chest hair, frosting around his mouth?
Oh that I knew your language and I could tell you that,
but instead, for ever after, you’ll be blaming “that damn cat!!”
The Stream of Consciousness prompt is “Crumb.” Yes, guilty. I had AI make the photos.
Two Will Do
I used to like friends by the score
squeezed wall-to-wall and door-to-door.
A party didn’t even count
until the guests began to mount
up to sixty, seventy, more.
But now, I’m finding crowds a bore.
Now I find that two-by-two
is something I prefer to do.
Conversations more intimate
make it simpler to relate.
So though I used to be a grouper,
now I’m just a party-pooper.
for dVerse Poets, the prompt is Number.
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Welcome to “The Numbers Game #100”. Today’s number is 222. To play along, go to your photos file folder and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title. This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.
Cruel Nature
Wee chirping birdies trill their whistles
while down in the cruel thistles
a baby bunny in the thicket
explores a wound and starts to lick it.
Stiff sticks as sharp as horns of deer
are what these little creatures fear.
What a great treat it would be
to be those birds up in the tree
looking out from far above––
their feathered nest a cosy glove
that fits them well, all snug and warm
up there far from pain and harm.
This sunset must be nature blushing,
and this momentary hushing
at the end of day a type of prayer
for quaking creatures hidden where
unprotected, they await
their potential sadder fate.
The Sunday Whirl Wordle #733 prompt words are: thistles horns stiff treat wee chirping fit down stick blushing out moment I made use of AI to create the images.
Quit Before It’s Too Late
Why oh why did I not quit
before the very end of it?
Douse live coals in the fire pit
or leave that fatal fire unlit?
Withhold that kick, suppress that hit?
Hold back the urge to squeeze that zit?
Leave that final plot unknit?
Alas, this is the truth of it:
one chance is all we mortals get.
For RDP Sunday the prompt word is; Quit
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