The Knitted and the Purled
Nothing in this world can exist happily ever after.
A house is built of lows and highs: foundation before rafter.
Up and down’s the truth of it, the brilliant and the dark.
No week is composed totally of Sunday in the park.
Existence is a pendulum that sweeps across our lives.
Worker bees die every day in service to their hives.
Good seems finely balanced by a constant lurking evil.
Roses have their aphids. Cotton has its weevil.
There is so much that’s wonderful in the world we live in,
but no one wins at every game. Sometimes we have to give in,
playing with the cards we’re given—flush or straight or fold—
sometimes in the heat of luck, sometimes out in the cold.
Ups and downs create the whole of our amazing world,
its surface formed by contrast of the knitted and the purled.
Sometimes we’re given what is sweet, at other times the bile
as we choose moment by moment to live happily for a while.
Rewrite of a poem from three years ago. The prompt today is knit.
What fewer love stories there would be if we could see their endings—so many middles of romances left unread by those who read their last pages first. When I remember each past first kiss, it is in a mirror half obscured by the future reflected in it. One love is forever caught underwater where it gasps for air. Another is ashes floating out in rings to touch the edges of a lake which is shrinking inward from its banks, as though in complicity to aid their settling along its edges. Another lies in small droplets of blood on a road where it was ambushed, too late to be a message of anything but regret for love that died before the lover and a lover who died too soon. There are all these deaths of loves—like a class for the unfortunates who, kept in after school, are made to trace their lines again and again in the belief that love is taught by repetition and that wisdom comes from practice.
Copa de Oro means Cup of Gold, Zeroing in, it’s easy to see why. These two popped up right outside my bedroom door to welcome me home. Click on any photo to enlarge all.
Since I was traveling in the states this October and November, I couldn’t get enough of the fall color. Please click to enlarge.
For Becca’s Sunday Trees prompt.
Fair Fighting
I do not mind if one accuses
if they hurl words instead of bruises.
I prefer my arguments discussive
and that they never turn percussive!
Image downloaded from the internet. “The” prompt today was percussive.
From little girls to exotic flamenco dancers in a matter of hours!
(Click on first photo to enlarge all.)
For: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/transformation/
Cat Woman’s sexy. Batman’s svelt
in cape and leotard and belt.
Superman in colors bright,
looks dashing flying in to fight.
But Underdog’s a lesser sort.
Sorta puny, sorta short.
His uniform? He doesn’t care.
He’s happy in his underwear.
For alternate photos for this prompt, go HERE. The prompt today is underdog.
“N”structions: Please click on first photo to enlarge all and see captions.
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