Suitcase
Like a worn suitcase
so stretched from countless trips back and forth
between the scattered parts of my life
that there is always room for one garment more,
I close around your memory.
Tomorrow I will take you out
and fold you like an old comfortable shirt
over my shoulders.
Thirteen Unfortunate Fortune Cookie Fortunes
–Your ingrained habits are not gluten free.
–You will be the life of your friend’s party this weekend when you mistakenly consume gluten and start making rye comments.
–Your mother-in-law will join a motorcycle gang and become your mother-out-law.
–The roots of your problems are showing.
–You will be asked to sing “Hello Jung Lovers” at the next synchronicity symposium you attend.
–Your children are engaged in a conspiracy to turn you into your parents.
–Seventy-six trombones are seventy-five too many.
–Cadets are advised that participating in naval maneuvers will not make your outie an innie.
–The reason why your cat is always trying to trip you is because he does not like your shoos.
–Taking time to smell the roses does not necessarily guarantee that there will be roses to smell.
–At your next poetry reading, you will drop a page of your manuscript on the way to the stage and be requested to remove your feet from the aisle.
–Just because you know how to read a meter does not mean you know how to maintain one.
— At your awards ceremony for being a prolific sperm donor, expect your recipients to give you a standing ovulation.
And One Fortunate One:
–You will outgrow your ingrown toenail.
http://www.napowrimo.net/day-thirteen-2/
And, since I hope this post will furnish a few giggles, I’m posting it on the WordPress site as well.: https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/giggle/
Bedtime used to mean one thing––
all the pleasures sleep can bring;
but now life’s not so cut and dry,
and yes, I’m going to tell you why.
A smart TV up on the wall
turns bed into a shopping mall,
a cinema or library,
transmitter of pornography,
a research center or gaming table.
Anything that you are able
to conceive of, and then more
now waits behind your bedroom door.
Misplaced Meandering
I’m asking you who is not lost in this life––
which child or mother or husband or wife––
our direction determined by machines and signs
that know our direction, but not our designs?
I think I’d prefer a simpler way
where I could just drift through each hour and day
turning right at the blue house, then going by guesses
without Google maps or those damn GPS’s.
Remember when maps could be lifted and folded?
If you were berated, corrected or scolded,
your wife was the one who said you’d gone wrong,
not a voice from your dash interrupting the song––
“Long Way Home” on your player, crooned by Tom Waits––
as your TomTom says you’ve gone through too many gates.
No more do we lollygag, detour or amble.
We can’t program Garmin to dawdle or ramble.
Lost in our motor home, lost in our car
though we know precisely just where we are.
Lost in our lives, no direction our own
with nüvi on our dashboard and Waze on our phone.
They point us in their choice of route and direction
while never inquiring of our predilection
for scenery, museums, or byways or diners.
When spontaneity beckons, they are decliners.
Remember those trips when you were a kid
when your dad would pull over whenever you bid,
take off on a side road to see what was there
and wend this way and that way with nary a care?
Now that sort of journey is bound to excite me,
but to take off today with these systems to fight me?
The thought of their voices is bound to incite me
to turn them all off and scream, “You can just bite me!”
This is the only photo of several I took of this hibiscus that has a wasp on it. I take it he sought to enhance the shot which was fine with me!
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/04/09/flower-of-the-day-april-10-2016-peony/
Today, we were challenged to write a poem that includes a line that we are afraid to write. This is mine:
Temporal
I am going to die.
That thing in me that talks to me
as well as the part who talks back
will be lost to posterity.
How sad that they have no names.
Tall Neighbors
When I moved into my house fifteen years ago, I could touch the very tops of both of these trees, which were little more than shrubs. Now they are the tallest trees within sight.
I was invited by Cee from ceenphotography.com to participate in a challenge called Seven Day Nature Photo Challenge. (Check out Cee’s nature photos as well as her thousands of other wonderful photographs by clicking on the ceenphotography link above.
As part of this challenge, I am to post one nature photograph a day for one week and to ask one other person to join the challenge each day. Today I ask you to check out the photography of Suzy Blue and I’m nominating her to take part in the Seven Day Nature Challenge as well.
Sun Rose
(Click on photos to enlarge)
https://ceenphotography.com/2016/04/07/flower-of-the-day-april-8-2016-lilac-bud/
