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Nearly Xmas and Cee’s Poinsettia is a must-see
Cee gave me her approval to post one more posting of thunbergias. Close-ups this time. Then I promise not to show any more for a very long time.
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These are my two favorite shots ot the day, although I have others you might see in the far future!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.
Allenda asked for another conundrum and at 3 a.m., rather than sleep, I decided to attempt another one. Here it is. I’ve given the answer at the very end of the comments, so those of you who still want to guess won’t receive any spoilers. Go ahead and guess in comments if you wish because there are enough comments that it won’t spoil it for anyone else now unless they choose to know.
Conundrum II
To hear of it, you’d think it’s made
to come to Louie Armstrong’s aid.
Yet it plays no music, surprisingly––
the lips not where it’s meant to be.
It has a tongue that does not talk.
Sounds like it should, but does not walk.
Although it helps out one that does,
it never leaves the room because
it has no means of a conveyance,
keeps your frustration in abeyance
so you can walk both tall and proud
though for itself, it’s not allowed.
What is it?
This is how the one tiny thunbergia I planted on the other side of the wall has taken over on the street side of my wall: (Are you ready for me to switch flowers or do you want to see macros of this photo shoot tomorrow?)
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Posted for Cee’s Flower of the Day Prompt.
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An Agnostic’s Creed Query
Who knows, in the end,
what will be good fortune, what folly?
We make our choices, take our chances,
drawing straws that synchronicity turns long
or misfortune cuts in two.
One person’s good luck
is another’s ruin—
life, perhaps, being the biggest lottery
while the lord of games sits above
in his windowed cage, viewing the results
of his design. The wheel? Blind luck,
but part of some larger mechanism
rigged to keep the house functioning
for purposes that the faithful, those addicted to the game,
repeat like a litany, still pulling the slot handle, sorting the cards,
assuring themselves, over and over,
that they are taken into account.
The prompt today was “folly.”
A conundrum is a kind of riddle based upon some fanciful or fantastic resemblance between things quite unlike. It creates a puzzling question, of which the answer is or involves a pun. Solve this riddle and win a prize. (My admiration.) Try not to look at the comments until you’ve guessed the answer yourself. Then, please brag to me about it in the comments section!
What does not think but has a head?
Has many stories never read?
For each of us, just one, not many.
Contains much heart, yet has not any.
Some say once gone, you can’t go back,
and though one letter it may lack,
with it, if you hit the ball,
you’ll have the finest luck of all.
Add “r” and cover all the bases,
and you’ll bring smiles to many faces.
And when you finally come in free,
you’ll find you have come back to me.
Today’s prompt word is “conundrum.”
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When my neighbors’ gardener leaned over my wall to cut the main stems of the vines that swathed my fifteen-year-old palm tree, and the entire wall beside my house, it made for a lot of work and expense to cut and remove the vine that weeks before had been a lush verdant green covered with blue thunbergia flowers. It took four truckloads to haul it away. Good fences do not always make good neighbors.
This is what the vine looked like before its demise!!
Cee has a prompt series going that involves titles for children’s games. This week’s topic is “Chutes and Ladders.” Actually, a game I’ve never played!! Afraid I interpreted the prompt as a homonym rather than verbatim.
Meat Market Surprise
Her low-cut dress clearly bespoke
her dire need to meet a bloke.
When she removed her swathing cloak,
a dozen men at once awoke
from barroom reveries to choke
on swallows of their Rum and Coke
or beer or whisky. “Okeedoke!”
their eyes said, as they shared the joke.
Which one would have the night’s best poke?
One chugged his drink, as if to stoke
his courage. One more took a toke.
They circled round, craving the yoke
of one night’s spree–perhaps a soak
in penthouse hot tub most Baroque?
Then, as though wishes could invoke
more luck, a mini-skirt and toque-
clad example of fine womanfolk
appeared , more passions to provoke—
another goddess made to evoke
a duel, heart attack or stroke!
But then, alas, their bubbles broke
as she sauntered up and pulled an oak
stool to the bar and spoke.
Her voice was sultry—fire and smoke—
as she killed their dreams in one fell stroke.
“Darling,” she said to the other miss,
enfolding her in an ardent kiss.
The prompt word today is “bespoke.”
I just can’t resist more photos of this Spanish Dancer Hibiscus. New girl in town every morning! Click to enlarge.
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Party Crashers: Thunbergia makes a nosy neighbor: Thunbergia and Birds of Paradise.
