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Looking Out, Looking In

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Looking Out, Looking In

Folks look in my window every hour every day
when they view my photographs or what I have to say.
It isn’t that I have a need to publicize or flout.
They are just a way to let a part of myself out.

When I’m outside the room of me, looking here and there,
it’s like I am a voyeur. I pry and prod and stare.
The window might steam over, obscuring what I see.
Then I wipe it clear again to see what I might be.

I really just write what I see as I’m peering in.
Each failure and each triumph, each kindness and each sin.
Each interior arrangement has some ugliness, some beauties.
I hold inside life’s pleasures, her sadness and her duties.

Each poem that I’ve written—be it whisper, be it shout––
is a way for me to let a part of myself out.
And if you choose to view them and see where I have been,
You’re standing at my window with permission to look in.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/window/

Primavera in Bloom: A Flower a Day 3-20-16

Today, the park along the Ajijic malecon  was  full of activity, people, birds, Micheladas and these beautiful Primavera trees in bloom. More about the people later. It is 4:15 a.m. and the LOUD Music half a block away above me has finally stopped.  Yes, it kept me awake but it sounded like a huge family party.  Everyone was singing along with the music and having a wonderful time.  During Semana Santa, the week leading up to Easter, we can expect more and more people to flood into town and more and more loud celebrations.

Happy Spring!!!

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The Neighborhood–A Flower a Day, Mar 19, 2016

The most wonderful thing about bougainvilleas is often their surroundings.  They can obscure faults, serve as security and also as home to many creatures: possums, lizards, iguanas and my own cat.  Here are some beautiful places that bougainvilleas exist in La Manzanilla:

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Found Poetry I

Now that I’m hooked again on “found art” I decided to fantasize about finding shards of poetry along with the objects I find along the way.  This one is silly, and came, somehow, from the WordPress daily prompt “dirt.”

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Thirst

(This poem found fastened to a pail
by a spigot on a desert trail.)

When he retired, he bought a yacht
to go and see the things he’d not
seen those years when he’d been caught
behind a desk, perusing naught.

Sailing for years under the mast,
his fishing line he cast and cast––
happier than in the past,
roving over oceans vast.

But when he’d perused all that he
could see of oceans and of sea,
he yearned to visit family
to see once more dirt, hill and tree.

He visited his daughter Sue
to try to see what they could do
their former closeness to renew
while walking out to see the view.

As the day got hot and hotter,
this roving nomad and his daughter
began to reel, began to totter
as they searched for signs of water.

And when they saw the faintest traces,
they quickly livened up their paces,
and falling flat upon their faces,
they drank and drank at the oasis.

The moral of this little tale?
If you choose to furl your sail
to wander over hill and dale,
carry some water in a pail.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/dirty/

Purple Percussion

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http://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/03/18/color-your-world-purple-mountains-majesty/

Cornered

Cornered

When on some strange and lonely night
the choice is whether to take flight
or stand and face off for a fight,
I hope your soul turns still and white
and that you gather strength and might

to try to find that inner light
and conquer elements of fright.
Muster all your inner sight
and draw you to your furthest height.
All your inner truths recite.

Feel the solution’s tender bite,
your inner armies to incite.
Cast off the threat that holds you tight,
and lift off, soaring like a kite––
free once more for life’s delight.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/fight/

Beach Combing

IMG_3577“Beach Sunset” bone, shell, wood, coral, sponge, beach scrub and acrylic paint, 3.5 x 11 inches, Mixed media assemblage by Judy Dykstra-Brown, March, 2016

Beach Combing

I gave nothing to the sea, so she gave nothing back.
It was as though she looked and thought, “There’s nothing that you lack.”
It’s true that I have all I need of food and friends and fun,
and yet I still lack something that’s waiting to be won.

It isn’t gained by medals, by prizes or by fame,
for it is some other thing, bereft of rank or name.
There is some magic in the world that I go looking for
that has no set place where it lives, no windowpanes or door.

I’ve found it once or twice before, in places far afield
by accident, for if you try to force it, it won’t yield.
It isn’t found at parties, a fiesta nor a fete.
If you go looking for it, the magic will abate.

It’s found in how you do things, in what manner, at what pace.
If you reach too quickly, it will vanish with no trace.
I can’t tell you how to gain it, for I fear that I don’t know.
I just know that when I found it was when I was going slow.

Home again, home again, home from the sea!

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Finally home.  I got out of the car after driving 6 hours and had such a bad cramp that Maggie, who stayed in my house while I was gone, had to run get the cider vinegar bottle for me to have a swig.  Good cure for cramps.  Now my dining room is full of a full car load of stuff. (The boxes in this photo are only a few of the items I need to put away.) I’ll deal with it tomorrow!  Good to be home but it was so hard to leave the beach.

After packing until 3 in the morning last night (this morning) in La Manzanilla, I thought I would sleep until 9, post my blog and be off by 10, but that was not to be.  Here are some excerpts from today’s Skypes to okcforgottenman:

11:42 a.m.: Damn.  All packed up—every inch of the car filled and I can’t find any of my eyeglasses.  I have 2 pair of far vision and neither is anywhere to be found—including my “good” progressive photogray superlight frameless (almost invisible) glasses that cost as much as my first car.  I’ve unpacked two cases but just can’t unpack the entire car.  Story of my life.

12:06 p.m.: Unpacked most of the car and suitcases…no glasses.  Packed it all up again and started to lock car to go into house and didn’t have my car keys!!! (Expletive deleted.) Unpacked everything I’d unpacked and repacked and when I finally found car keys, they were near the front driver’s door where I discovered my cheap pair of backup driving glasses.  Phew.  But, still missing my $900 all-inclusive glasses. Packed up again repositioning things and when I went to lock door…my car keys were missing again!!!!  Something doesn’t want me to leave. Found them in back seat under one of the suitcases.  I think I’m sorta flustered, don’t you?

12:08 p.m.: Gonna go get ready to leave.  Took a shower three hours ago when I thought I was about to leave but I’m soaking wet again.  Had to change clothes.  I’m wearing my nightgown to drive!!!  It is a dress, really, but pretty sheer in the sunlight.  I won’t go in the sunlight.

8:56 p.m.: I’m home and Pasiano carried all my stuff in but left it piled in dining room, except for the 5 boxes of shells and found art sculptures in various stages of completion which we put on shelves in the garage. I left La Manz at 12:30 and got home at 6. Also delivered something to Carol and two books to Dianne so it’s possible I didn’t get on the road till around 1. Took between 5.5 and 6 hours. Not bad. I enjoyed the drive home. Finished listening to “The Hummingbird’s Daughter.” Such a good book and I discovered based on a real person..Set in Mexico prior to the Mexican Revolution. I’ve been talking to Maggie about La Manz nonstop. Poor gal. But she seemed interested.

I was so sad to leave La Manzanilla, especially since the last few days were so wonderful—running into friend after friend and all going for meals or dancing or doing collaborative art with my new friend (this trip) Jan.  I ended up paying 1/2 deposit to rent the same beach house for three months next year! I’m wondering if I had so many problems leaving because I just didn’t want to leave or because if I’d left on time I’d have had a terrible wreck or just because I’m getting old and these memory snafus and confusions will just keep getting worse?  At any rate, it now feels wonderful to be home as well. It’s been fun telling Maggie about the highlights. Hopefully I’ll have time tomorrow to post pictures of The Fly Restaurant—in between putting away a mountain of art supplies, clothing, kitchen supplies, food items, fans and various comforts of home I took with me.  I fear I don’t travel light…

Tomorrow I’m also driving to Tonala (near Guadalajara) to pick up dear friends Rhonda and Dan,  who flew to Mexico a month or more ago, went to Oaxaca and then to San Miguel and are now taking the bus here to visit me. Now for a swim and bed.  oxox Judy

Envy

                                                                           Envy

I need to leave within the hour to drive back home so no time to write a new poem on the subject of envy, but here is one I wrote  while ago on the subject. Please go here to read it:  https://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/05/08/the-dance/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/envy/

Bougainvilleas––Flower of the day Mar 16, 2016

The wild tumble of bougainvillea actually forms a wall in my friend’s open-walled house.  She lives about as outside as it is possible to live without actually living outside.  Later on this week, I’ll show you her house, studio and art.  I love the wildness of these intermixed vines, the shadows and the colors. Here’s another one for you, Cee.

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