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Treed

Forgottenman gave me a prompt tonight, just for the fun of it. and said he’d do it, also. The word he gave me was cul de sac, and here’s my poem, for what it’s worth. (It’s 1:34 a.m., I had 4 hours of sleep last night and I hope I’m about to get a better night’s sleep tonight.)

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Treed

Stuck here in this cul-de-sac,
my mental skills are out of whack,
and I don’t seem to have the knack
for learning lessons as I look back.

I’m tortured as if on the rack.
My muscles wrench and joints all crack
my loosening bones go click clack clack.
With prospects dim, my soul is black.

Value in life is what I lack.
My life’s comprised of bric-a-brac.
I circle round and round the track,
until I’ve lost my will to quack.
Then
I
give
up
and
join
the
pack.

The prompt word today is “trust.” It may not be obvious what this poem has to do with the prompt word today, but actually it has everything to do with trusting yourself and your own unique views of life and to resist “losing your quack” and settling back into being like everyone else.  The narrator of this poem is not me. It is only who I am determined not to become.

Since both the illustration and the shape of the poem are trees, I think it is also appropriate for Becca’s Sunday Tree Challenge.

Web Mavens

I have seen the most unusual spiders since moving to Mexico 15 years ago.  The one little black and white triangular spider, I’ve spotted at least 3 different times in the past 15 years and they always have an uneven number of legs.  Must run in the family as it can’t be possible that the same spider has lived for 15 years.  The Golden Orb Weaver spider is my favorite.  It weaves the most interesting web.  This one remained in this spot where I saw it every day on the way to my car for over a month.

https://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/10/15/jnws-halloween-challenge-spiderweb/

Skinny-dip

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Skinny-Dip

If he’d been more well-imbued,
perhaps the ladies might have queued
to be the one he might have wooed.

Instead, when he swam in the nude,
all the women bathers booed,
making comments  crass and lewd.

His face turned pale, then roseate-hued,
his manner cringing and subdued
as he hurried to elude

each smug and cruel insulting prude—
the cat-callers who stood and viewed
that poor unfortunate naked dude.

As those ladies,smug and rude,
Departed, calling his act crude,
as each one passed me by, I mooed.

The prompt today was “Subdued.”

 

La Manzanilla: Local for a Quarter Year

After many years of going to La Manz in doses of one week to two months, I’m committing to three months this year. I think that makes me a local, or perhaps an apprentice local. I love this little town on the west coast of Mexico, a few hours below Puerto Vallarta.

The photo prompt this week is “Local.”

Fellow Yellows

 

 

The Yellow Dress

When she wears it, worlds collide.
Men collect on either side.
Women seek her company.
Children seek to grace her knee.

Potentates, senators, kings
bring her necklaces and rings.
Scholars write her name in books.
Jealous women exchange looks.

There is hardly anything
that nature does not seek to bring.
Winds blow harder, streams divert
when she wears that saffron skirt.

The very heavens note where she went.
Tsunamis curl, volcanoes vent.
Soldiers line up to parade.
Mimes begin their mute charade.

Actors emote better to
this goddess in her sunny hue.
Mourning doves just bill and coo.
Old boyfriends seek her out anew.

Yet as she stands before her glass,
surveying both her front and ass,
her mate says, “Are you wearing that?”
and she surmises she looks too fat.

As she changes into basic black,
the lava cools, the seas hold back.
Her suitors cease their clamoring press.
She does not wear the yellow dress.

 

 

https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/11/cees-fun-foto-challenge-yellows/

Powerless

Powerless

The storm was wild and windy—lightning, thunder, rain.
As soon as one peal ended, one answered a refrain.
The dogs were howling wildly, but the deluge on the roof
was so thunderous it served to drown out every woof.
And then without a warning, a flutter or a flicker,
The lights went out and all around me darkness gathered thicker.

I’ve ignited many candles and spread them all around,
but in spite of manifold effort, not one flashlight’s to be found.
And though I’ve always kept them in a cupboard over there,
the lanterns have all vanished to I don’t know where.
My modem isn’t functioning, the appliances are dead,
and tomorrow I have company coming to be fed.

Thank God I’ve cooked the curry, the rice and beans with chilis,
the raita and the vegetables, but now I have the willies.
When I put them in the fridge, they were piping hot,
and I wonder just how long they’ll last now that the power is not!
No water for a shower, for the water pump’s shut off.
No MacBook for my blogging, no water for my cough.

When I wake in the morning, my garage door is locked tight.
The opener is electrical and though I think I might
loosen screws to open it, my wrenches are all missing.
I hold back all the expletives, but cannot keep from hissing,
“Passsssssiano! Where have you hidden all my tools?”
I know those who blame others turn out to be the fools,

but now is not the time to work on my mental quirks.
I simply need just one thing in my life that actually works.
Thinking every moment that surely I’ll be caught,
my morning bath’s al fresco, in a tub formerly hot.
I’m glad the gardener is late. I fear it would be rude
for him to come to clean the hot tub with me in it, nude!

When I find he is not coming, it puts me in a tizzy.
I had so many jobs for him—enough to keep him busy.
I find the ladder and the wrench and open up the door.
I have so little ice I know I have to drive for more.
My huge jugs of water are missing so if water’s to be sipped,
I have to go buy three or four. Tonight I’ll be equipped.

Batteries and flashlights are the next supplies I seek.
I’ve known these power outages to go on for a week!
I drive on home, park in the street, and rescrew on the doors.
I roll the garafones of water over steps and floors.
I pack the freezer full of ice and put the tonight’s food in it.
I put more in an ice chest–as much as I can fit.

I roll the water bottles to the kitchen and each bath.
leaving dusty footprints behind me in my path.
I refresh the candles and put batteries where they’re needed.
My morning’s bath is all used up, my underarms are beaded.
But everything is done at last, no lights won’t ruin my party.
I have gas to heat the food.  The candles will look arty.

I lug a pail of water in so we can flush the john,
and just as I am finished, have you guessed? The lights come on!

The prompt word today was “Candle.”  How appropriate!

 

Boo!: JNW’s Halloween Challenge, Oct. 10, 2016

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Boo!!!!!

These creatures come right at you.  Run!!! (You have to wind them up first, though.) Have you ever seen a ghost with vampire teeth before?

https://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/10/10/jnws-halloween-challenge-boo/

Thursday Morning in the Sun Rose Diner: Flower of the Day, Oct. 14, 2016

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Thursday Morning in the Sun Rose Diner

Have a look here now: https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/13/flower-of-the-day-october-14-2016-hydrangea/

“Come on in the Front!”: Thursday Doors, Oct 13, 2016

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My friend Dianne Hicks Morrow would be the first to call her hundred year old farmhouse on Prince Edward Island a “crooked little house,” Trying to square it up by cropping proved to be impossible.  The floor in the kitchen slopes by inches from side to side and when I gave their grandson a top, it continually whirled in the same direction—down the floor in a straight line from the sink to the wall on the other side of the kitchen.

The front door pictured is, I think, an original. I didn’t do a very good job of  photographing it, but wanted to share it nonetheless.  She’s written a book about this house she and her husband Andrew love so much entitled, “Fixing Up the Farmhouse,” which is a most enjoyable read.  Almost as enjoyable as my week-long visit there in early September, 2016.

For the Thursday Doors Challenge.

Dahlia: Flower of the Day, Oct. 13, 2016

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I went down to the studio to work, but instead got intrigued by the new flowers that have popped up during a time when I’ve been too busy to go down to enjoy them.  Most of the dahlias and zinnias are past their prime, but this one was still gorgeous.  I’ll do a macro of it tomorrow.

Check this one out, also: https://ceenphotography.com/2016/10/12/flower-of-the-day-october-13-2016-chrysanthemum/