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“In Person” For SOCS, Feb 21, 2025

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In Person

I am the emptiness in you that glues the parts of you together.
I form those other worlds that are the universe inside of you.
I have a language all my own that speaks through your voice.
There is something holding us together, something keeping us apart.

You are that part of me that only I can search for.
You are the part I wrap myself around.
You are the mystery that forms the game of my life.
When I am alone, you create in me the opposite of loneliness.

They are the full cast of my life.
They  come together when I am willing to let both of them go.
I let them take turns being my guide.
It is in getting lost in them that I let myself be found.

For SOCS  the prompt is “in person.”

Fibbing Friday, Feb. 21, 2025

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For Fibbing Friday, Feb 21, 2025 the challenge is to define the following:

1.   What is a quaver? It is an over-the-shoulder receptacle for arrows in Louisiana.
2.   If you didn’t know a door as a door, what would you call it?  An In-or-Outer.
3.   007 has a license to kill, but what would an 010 have a license for? To drive a ten-speed bicycle.
4.   Define Corybantic. One member of a comedy duo known for their ribald humor..
5.   What does Crinkum-crankum mean?  An invitation to come witness Rin and  Ran in an X-rated movie.
6.   What is a Cacodemon ? Satan with dysentery.
7.   What would you do with a collop? Answer it.
8.   What is a curlicue? A cookout for doggies.
9.   Who or what is a cootie? An attractive young pigeon.
10.  What is an erf?  The sound made by a dog with a speech impediment.

Image thanks to z-grills Austalia.

“Dropped Glove,” Madrigal Poem for dVerse Poets

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Dropped Glove

When love first blooms it seems eternal love
Impossible that it might fall away
What use is love that doesn’t choose to stay?

At first love seems to fit one like a glove
that warmly cloaks our hand both night and day
When love first blooms it seems eternal love
Impossible that it might fall away

We know not what love’s garment is made of.
We only note when it begins to fray
and loosens more and more along the way.
When love first blooms it seems eternal love
Impossible that it might fall away
What use is love that doesn’t choose to stay?

For dVerse Poets we were to write a Madrigal poem. Here are the rules for an English Madrigal: :Content: Often includes a theme of love
*Usually written in iambic pentameter.
*Comprised of three stanzas: a tercet, quatrain, and sestet.
*All three of the lines in the opening tercet are refrains.

Form: A thirteen-line form in three stanzas:
Stanza 1] Tercet -Three lines
Stanza 2] Quatrain – Four lines
Stanza 3] Sestet – Six lines

[L1] A (refrain 1)
[L2] B1 (refrain 2)
[L3] B2 (refrain 3)

[L4] a
[L5] b
[L6] A (refrain 1)
[L7] B1 (refrain 2)

[L8] a
[L9] b
[L10] b
[L11] A (refrain 1)
[L12] B1 (refrain 2)
[L13] B2 (refrain 3)

Go HERE to read other poems created to this prompt.

Simplicity for Moonwashed Madness, Feb 20, 2025

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Simplicity

Trying to keep it simple is harder than you think.
Each time I straighten out my life, fate adds another kink.

 

For Moonwashed Musings,
To see other responses to the prompt, go HERE.

Collective Show at the Ajijic Cultural Center

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I will be showing three mixed-media pieces in this Collective show in the Cultural Center in Ajijic Plaza. Information on the opening reception is above. Below is one of the pieces I’ll be showing.

Mulberry

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Mulberry

Vincent, what skewed your branches, streaked your sky,
and drew tormented waters from above?
What crops, obscured by grasslands
pressed to earth?
What part of you
at rest beneath that tree––
now only your marker
left for us to see?

For dVerse Poets
To see other responses to this prompt, go HERE.

“Dear Jane” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle, Feb 16, 2025

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Dear Jane

I hold your letter in my hand as the sun like a crimson dragon claws  through the thinning clouds––spreading its sunset colors against a sky bruised with the remnants of an earlier fog. It casts a halo around your head–a spell broken by what you have just repeated to me in person––those words that have hollowed out my heart, now empty of all those past promises gone without a trace.

You are bound for the glory of that new career, far off in a golden land. No mention of my coming along. So I will remain, formerly yours, broken-hearted, in this place where the sun has now set for you, ready to rise again, as you will, on the other side of the world.

 

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle #694 the prompt words are: hollow clawing bruised broken spell spiralingfog halo bound trace dragon crimson

 

Incandescent Insect Insomnia for MVB, Feb 16, 2025

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Incandescent Insect Insomnia

When nature made the  glow worm glimmer,
would that she’d installed a dimmer;
for when I put out the light,
what I expect is total night.

When it puts itself in action,
I fear it sets up a distraction.
Little glow worm on the shelf,
please keep your glowing to yourself.

 

For My Vivd Blog, the prompt is Glimmer. Photo gleaned from the Internet.

“Stickler” for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Feb 14, 2025

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Photo by Ryan O’Niel on Unsplash. Used with permission

Stickler

The banker, the doctor, the rabbi, the priest
used to jam back in high school and never ceased.
They’ve been meeting on Saturday nights all their lives
leaving their girlfriends and bishops and wives
to drink beer and rap and have deep discussion
about riffs and choruses, notes and percussion.
The priest is the drummer. He wields a wild stick.
The rabbi’s a string guy. The cello’s his schtick.
The banker plays sax and the doctor’s on keys,
but they’re all pretty good at  shooting the breeze.

It’s as hot as a sauna and still they play on.
All through the night and into the dawn.
the priest squeegees his glasses off with his left thumb
while his right is engaged in beating the drum.
He’s a stickler for rhythm, enthralled with the beat.
He stirs a small zephyr while stomping his feet.
When they’ll stop playing is anyone’s guess.
It’s obvious they overlook my duress.
They’ve had a good jam. A most excellent session,
but the priest better scoot or he’ll miss my confession!

The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday  is Stickler.