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“Spooks” for the Sunday Whirl Wordle Prompt, Jan 5, 2025

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Spooks

As hidden as a splinter and welcomed even less,
the ghosts slip out like shadows with bedsheets for their dress.
They hide behind behind our mirrors and come out when we gaze
to edge around our shoulder as the steaming haze
from the hot water of our shower fades out and we see
a figure in the mirror that isn’t you or me.
We think when we get older they will ossify to stone
and will no longer rise to scare us when we’re all alone.
But honey, I must tell you, sure as the cock must crow,
A ghost is born to haunt you as I’m born to tell you so!

The Sunday Whirl Wordle prompts are: splinter steaming shadows old mirror rose honey crow edge gaze stone ghosts 

for Fibbing Friday, Jan 3, 2025 (Oops..new answers but I mistakenly did prompts from May 3)

 

For Fibbing Friday  the challenge is:

1. What is a Moo Moo? A Moo Moo is the Mau Mau name for cow. (The “Mau Maus” were a group of Kenyan fighters, primarily from the Kikuyu tribe, who engaged in a violent rebellion against British colonial rule in Kenya during the 1950s.)

2. What is a Bow Wow? A particularly primo piece of sports equipment made to deliver an arrow to its target.

3. What is a Gee Gee? An utterance of admiration made by a stutterer.

4. What is a Botty Cough? Sound made by a robot with a cold.

5. What is a Chookie Egg? Breakfast served on a train.

6. What is a Choo Choo? The means of masticating one’s breakfast on a train.

7. What is a Tick Tock? The means of communication of insects that burrow into one’s skin and suck blood.

8. What is a Paw Paw? The left hand(s) of conjoined twins.

9. What is a Heffalump? A cow’s udder.

10. What are Jammies?  A baby’s pajamas after feeding himself his own breakfast toast for the first time..

 

Addendum 2: A Hannabird Hat and Phyllis Diller’s Coat

If you haven’t read the other two Clown Nose stories that precede this one, go HERE for the first one. There is a link in the first to the second and a link back to this blog from the second..

OMG. I actually had a hat like that right there handy? Well, no, actually, it was hanging on a coat rack in my bedroom. There is a story to this hat. Bob, the man who was to become my husband,  gave it to me the first Christmas after we met.  Understand, it was a very expensive  handmade Hannabird hat I had admired at an art and craft fair in Santa Monica.  (But note that I hadn’t bought it.)

I have only worn it once, when skiing, but it has accompanied me to Mexico where you can see it has finally come in handy, but only as an afterthought.

After wheeling the desk chair that I  had propelled myself out to the kitchen in so I’d have a place to sit for the picture on a level with  my sculpted accomplice (a Julie Mackey piece–also a gift from Bob) I then rolled myself back to my desk. I’d had a sore back all day and there was something about that activity that actually eased the back pain even though it had been painful propelling myself with my bent legs in a sitting position.

Then, upon surveying the photos of the first photo shoot,  I realized how boring my hairdo was in comparison with my sculpted friend, and my mind flashed on the perfect possibility and off to the bedroom I went. In lieu of moving the desk chair back to the kitchen, I moved a chair from the dining room, perched upon it and the picture above is the result.

The first picture below, obviously, is of the chair. The second picture is of the cat, expressing a bit of a shocked expression upon spying me in my hat for the first time. And, just  in case you are wondering what Bob gave my mother, who was visiting me in L.A. for Christmas that year, I swear this is true.  He gave her Phyllis Diller’s fur coat!  She (Ms. Diller, not my mother) had donated it to me for an auction at the Venice Poetry center when I was in charge of collecting donations. At the auction, my mother had bid on it but lost the bid to someone else and was so disappointed. (Bob had told the auctioneer he would up any bid by $10 until the last person stopped bidding, so no one had any idea who had actually “won” the coat.) It was blond with curly long fur and a big satin bow at the neck. Imagine her delight when she opened her Xmas gift and it was THE coat!  “Marry the man!” she said, and I did. The only place my mother ever wore the coat was to the next Halloween party she went to, but that was of no importance. She died owning Phyllis Diller’s fur coat.

Click on the three photos above to enlarge.

 

That said, you would not believe me if I told you the number of albums and bags and boxes of photos I had to go through to find this photo of my mom. I gave up and was packing them all up again when I decided to take one more look through the albums–and believe me, there are dozens of them! I found it in a paper bag of loose pages I’d meant to put into an album ten years ago. And there she was.  I have no idea what happened to Phyllis Diller’s coat, but the story of how I obtained it is a story for another day. . . .

A Fresh Start: New Year Wishes

Fresh Start: New Year Wishes

When you wish upon a star
how does that star know where you are?
You are a dot in outer space.
It does not know your name or face.
So you must make those dreams come true–
what no one else can do for you.

No stars can make you lose that weight.
What works is just an emptier plate.
Discipline and time will do
what no wish can do for you.
And yet much easier to wish
than to avoid that favorite dish.

My other wish was for long life
away from illness, grief and strife–
a harder wish to make come true
without some magic helping you.
Diet and exercise once more
might keep me longer from death’s door–

My New Year’s wish was all a dream.
A bit of fluff—a hopeless scheme.
Wishes, wants and hopes and lies.
Visions seen behind closed eyes.
Yet when that wish was lost to me,
I suddenly began to see

how these wishes could all come true–
simply, what I have to do
piece by piece and bit by bit
to start to make the pieces fit.
It is now clear and I can see
the one to grant these wishes is me!

For Writer’s Digest poetry prompt: A Fresh Start

Crazy, Crazy..Much as I am trying to stay away from the news for awhile, this is a must-read!!!!!!

                   Heather Cox Richardson, Dec 30, 2024 (Subscribe HERE for more)

The Numbers Game #54, Dec 30, 2024. Please Play Along!

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #54.”  Today’s number is 175. To play along, go to your photos file 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.

Click on photos to enlarge.

 

for Cellpic Sunday, Dec 29, 2024

Click on photos to see detail. Especially the first one!

This colony of tiny ants shown in the first photo has taken up residence below the flowerpot holding my Washingtonian Palm. When I water, they come swarming out from beneath and swarm up the sides, carrying their eggs.

For Cellpic Sunday

Prophecies, For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 687

Prophecies

Some say the constellations
foretell our narrow fate—
that the evils of our future
they are able to relate.

But if tea leaves swirling in a cup
can reveal the knocks and blows
of the future’s mean misfortunes,
and its undertows,

It is also true a shooting star
can predict a brighter future
as good fortune stitches up each rend
with its healing suture.

With three circles scribbled in the dirt,
I predict future glories—
a psychic precognition
of happier life’s stories.

Curses once faced and overcome,
flames doused with timely rains—
create a reckoning of ashes
that smother fire’s pains.

For The Sunday Whirl  the prompt words are: curses reckoning ashes three circles scribbled flames constellations narrow blows once future 

The first and third photos of Orion and the shooting star are public domain photos downloaded from the internet.

My Year, for SOCS Dec 27, 2024

Click on photos to enlarge.

For SOCS

The prompt was “My Year,” so I’m choosing a photo from each month of the year 2024 to post here in a gallery.

Another Sunset, for Photo Challenge 547

Another Sunset

This bald
horizon line,
teeth of far-off cliffs.

An orange that hurts, it is so bright—
the face of the sunset
makes its daily pilgrimage.

Only yesterday breathing in a sea.
Today, facing the hard stone
of an offshore outcropping.

We, the tender-hearted,
wait for you each evening.
We line our hearts up for you.

Over here, I’m the girl
In red sequins at the front,
waiting for your black velvet brother.

For Photo Challenge