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Allergic to Love

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Allergic to Love

Henceforth, I will not flirt with guys.
Don’t like the trouble that it buys.
It starts out with a single rose
and ends up with a stuffy nose,
first due to all the histamines,
and then due to his macho genes.
Sad when he’s here and when he’s gone,
and I am feeling spent and wan—
sneezing over a thorny stem,
feeling pricked by both of them!

The prompt given in my writing group today was “Eyes,” and since I’d already written a poem about eyes for the WP prompt of “Arid” earlier, I asked my neighbor for a different prompt.  He gave me the word, “henceforth.” So, here’s my poem

Dry Eyes

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Dry Eyes

Your eyes were dust, mine were a flood.
The combination, a mire of mud
that we somehow wound up in.
You blamed it on original sin,
but I, agnostic to the core,
had wisdom to walk out the door
to spend my tears on other guys.
Never trust a guy with arid eyes.

 

The prompt word today was arid.

Life and Death at the Beach

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Life and Death at the Beach

With babies, every day is an education. This little story was acted out when we went to Tenacatita beach for the day. Down the beach, a tragedy was being enacted as a group worked to resuscitate a drowned man.  Seconds after I viewed this touching scene as two mothers deal with the interaction between their babies, we realized what was happening in the background and we went down to see if we could be of aid.  The oxygen I’d gone back to the house to get at the last minute before we left for the beach was of no aid to them, however, as though they worked diligently on the man and got his heart beating again, they never were able to get him to breathe on his own.  One tragedy, one story of new life.  This cycle is never more obvious than on the beach, but never before so graphically as depicted on this day. To see the happier story, you must click on the first photo.  All photos will enlarge and be presented as a slideshow, complete with words.

towards another, still out of reach
who sees a shadow on the ground–
small human who has circled ’round.
Down
A friendly pat,
Two mothers come to supervise
Puppies are cute, but not a toy.

The prompt word today was baby.

Art Play Date Day 1

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Click on first photo to enlarge all and see slideshow. 

Beginning stages of Mazinka’s piece.
Judy’s piece..beginning stages.
Judy’s piece in progress. Possible name: Cup of Sumer.
Jan’s finished piece. I forgot to ask what she named it.
Jan Golik, artist

Jan is the only one who finished her piece.  Mazinka and I will meet again on Sunday to finish ours.  Don’t judge us… they aren’t finished!!! Several people asked for photos, so here they are.  The restaurant two buildings away not only loaned us one of the tables and carried it over for us but also brought our lunches.  I made the blueberry margaritas and the guacamole!

Kids and Dogs. A Fine Match!!!

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Morrie had a wonderful time on the beach yesterday with these three enthusiastic playmates and for once I had two hands free to snap photos.  And in case you wonder, no that little girl isn’t holding him by the tail!!

These are priceless, so please click on first one so you can see them all enlarged in a slideshow. Some of them made need a few seconds to come into focus.  Be patient.

 

These photos are for the WordPress prompt A Good Match.

Palm Fruiting Stem 2: Flower of the Day, Feb 23, 2017

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Here the fruit is a bit more developed than in the photos from yesterday.  I think they look like fishing bobbers or bowling pins.

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Slurry with the Fringe on Top

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Slurry with the Fringe on Top

Can’t you see it, my fine sir?
Your life is one long racial slur,
combined with the disdain you feel
for a fine calf in a high heel.
You rail and sputter, rage and roar
until your scorn becomes a bore.
A petulant and spoiled child,
you bring out what is dark and wild
in those you seek to represent,
’til all of us are madness bent.

Others seek to stem the tide.
They match your vain despotic pride
with reason, kindness, calls for peace.
On their calm waters, you float like grease.
How can our country have sunk this low?
We’re  pulled out by your undertow.
We struggle here, in sight of land
where calm  and justice have been banned.

You are the antithesis to reason.
Charged with infamy and treason,
you simply hold a mirror to 
the truth and say it isn’t you!
Slinging charges wild and truthless,
you show your nature: vain and ruthless.
You pollute our rivers, offend our friends.
The harm you do just never ends.

The principles of our constitution
cry out for their restitution.
These shores that welcomed your family
call out for equality.
Those rights women have fairly won
are not yet ready to be done.
WE THE PEOPLE seek to be heard.
We’re tired of actions we find absurd.
In place of your outrageous gall,
we seek your silence once and for all!

The prompt today was slur.

 

Palm Fruiting Stem: Cee’s Flower of the Day, Feb 22, 2017

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The fruiting stems of each variety of palm are different, but they are all as beautiful as flowers to my eye.  They do flower, but are so messy–thousands of the blooms ending up in my pool filter and on my decks.  These are someone else’s problem, however, as I found them on the street in La Manz. I just get to enjoy them.
For Cee’s Flower Challenge

The Juice of Human Kindness

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I am making guacamole for the play date I’m having with two other collage artists tomorrow.  I am shocked when I see the time is 11:45 p.m. shortly after I’ve also discovered I’m out of limes.  Lack of sleep and the later hour have made me forget what I know well–that guacamole won’t darken if you bury the pit in it. I can only think that an hour’s work disinfecting and chopping onions, cilantro, garlic, tomatoes and four giant avocados will be for naught unless I locate a limón (key lime–Mexico’s answer to limes) or two. Dozens of bars and restaurants on my street—and little markets—all closed. Except for one restaurant with tables in the square that pops up every evening and disappears at closing time. Luckily, since they have to put away all the chairs and tables each night, they were just locking up.  I asked if I could buy a lime, and the cook took me into the kitchen, which she was just getting ready to lock up, and said they only had a few left but to take what I needed from the grocery bag that contained seven tiny limóns.  I took three and asked how much.  She wouldn’t take money, so I gave her a hug.  I love Mexico.

Zinnias of Mexico Hue: Flower of the Day, Feb 21, 2017

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Are these Mexico colors or what?  Found these zinnias on the street outside the Bahia Azul restaurant.  I’ll tell you a story tomorrow about why Morrie is 86’d from this restaurant.

 

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