For The Sunday Whirl Wordle #652

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Memory 

The habits of mind come trickling through,
to add their salt to your simmering brew
of appointments and stories and poems and tasks
and all of the other things modern life asks
that you fill up your time with—full to the brim 
from its secretive roots to its furthest stretched limb.

It’s shadows and sunlight, it’s flowers and stones—
from the flesh of your life to its skin and its bones.
Those niggling doubts that fill corners of mind,
crowding out thoughts of a cheerier kind
as all your vast memory falls to the axe
of that onerous visitor’s tuggings and hacks.
Stripping your mind to set it to rest,
drawing its sunrise to fade in the west.

For The Sunday Whirl #652 the prompt words are: vast salty simmering habits mind trickle secretive brim axe roots shadows stones

Plumeria, For FOTD

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For FOTD

Sijo for NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 28

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White Owl

All these years, I ‘ve done without your heavy breath and gentle touch.
My mind turned to other things. Sounds in the night, the call of birds.
But it’s time. The owl asks “Who? Who?” Leaves me to find the answer.

The prompt for NaPoWriMo today was to write a Sijo. This is a traditional Korean verse form. A sijo has three lines of 14-16 syllables. The first line introduces the poem’s theme, the second discusses it, and the third line, which is divided into two sentences or clauses, ends the poem – usually with some kind of twist or surprise. I reblogged a poem I wrote to the same prompt  three years ago.

 

Rough…for CFFC

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For CFFC: Things That Are Rough

Crossroads, for NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 27

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Please click on this post to center the poem.

Crossroads

You and I are at that place where roads cross—
a new place made by the need for things
going in

d
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f
f
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r
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t
d i r e c t i o n s

to meet.

How lonely if all roads
veered off on their own,
solitary,
never coming to a junction.

It might have been thus, but for
a thousand small decisions
that led to this particular meeting,
here on this corner
of
your
road
and
my
road

Here in this location not uniquely either of us,
where we meet and mingle
and become one
for as long
as we both decide to stand
talking like neighbors,
each of us having veered halfway
away from private territory
to come to the spot
here in the middle
where we become two parts
of a center.

V
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c
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n
a
neighbor,
l
o
v
e
r
husband, wife
s
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l
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g
grandparent
f
r
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n
d
daughter,son
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c
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interloper
b
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p
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s
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r
s
or strangers when we
m
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t

So
many possibilities
in
the
crossed roads
of
our
lives.

Variegated Bougainvillea, FOTD Apr 27, 2024

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For Weekend FOTD

Morning Glory and Bougainvillea, For FOTD, Apr 26, 2024

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For FOTD

Showing Up Late for Happy Hour at the Corner Cantina, For SOCS Apr 27, 2024

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Showing Up Late for Happy Hour at the Corner Cantina

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Showing Up Late for Happy Hour at the Corner Cantina

I’m late because of accidents and countless little slips
like toothpaste down my shirt front, hair caught in my zips
and a seat belt that was caught and wouldn’t span my hips.

So bring out all your arsenal—your bludgeons and your whips.
I deserve your censure, your curses and your yips.
Perhaps it is my fault that you’re in tequila’s grips!

By looking at the tablecloth and counting all the drips,
It seems that all the salsa’s not contacting your lips,
and all your margaritas aren’t winding up as sips.

I’m making the assumption you might need more chips,
and more salsa fresca and guacamole dips,
which means our busy waiter must make some extra trips.

He doesn’t seem amused by all your clever quips
which increase with the frequency of your little nips,
so I’m hoping the aforementioned will earn him larger tips!

For SOCS: The prompt word is “Show”

4 A.M. for NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 26

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full moon morning, jdbphoto 2017

4 A.M.

It is too early to be stirring, the world is still asleep.
The sound is all still slumbering, the darkness is too deep.
No dayness stirs the nightness. No touch is reaching out.
No stirring and no blowing. Not a whisper. Not a shout.
When I wake before the world does, it seems the end of things
instead of the beginning, when the whole world sings.
Sun rises and the birds demand. The dogs whine for their feed.
All the world around me awakens to its need.
But for now, they are all sleeping. It is a lifeless world.
Its eyes and ears and mouth closed, around me densely curled.

for NaPoWriMo we are commanded to write a poem making use of alliteration, assonance and consonance.

For Fibbing Friday. Apr 26, 2024

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For Fibbing Friday, today’s enticements are:

1. Who do you associate with ‘green fingers’? The Jolly Green Giant, of course.
2. Who or what was the Red Baron? The Scarlet Pimpernel’s exercise trapeze.
3. What was the significance of yellow ribbons around oak trees? So they could tell the girl trees from the boy trees when trimming out the hedgerows and thus guarantee the next year’s acorn harvesting.
4. Why did Alice follow the White Rabbit? Because she was next in line.
5. Who was The Black Knight?  Balthazar, earlier in his career.
6. What is a Blue Moon? A crude gesture by the guy who sat in the blueberry pie during the picnic.
7. Do brown cows produce coloured milk? Nope, but they are definitely British or Canadian.
8. Why was the Pink Panther pink? Embarrassment.
9. Why are pandas black and white? Mixed panda marriages.
10. What is a Silver Shadow? The effect of sunlight on one of grandma’s best forks borrowed by her grandkids and left sticking up vertically in the sand pile.