Today’s Post is pictures numbered 123. Click on photos to enlarge.
Yesterday, I Initiated a new prompt called “The Numbers Game.” For years I’ve been noticing that when I do a search according to the number of a photo I’m looking for either in my WordPress Media file or in my Photos file on my computer, that I come up with a varied bunch of photos with the same number. It finally occurred to me that it would be fun to publish them and to ask others to do the same.
Today’s number is 123. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post all the photos you find and include a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. For Bushboy and others of you who replace your number titles with words, I’m asking Brian to choose a word to use for the prompt and to include it in his comments, along with a link, below. If you do the same, use his prompt, not mine.
This is the second prompt this week, but after this, I’ll do it just one day a week on Monday. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below.
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To play along, just post a link to your blog with your photos numbered 9909 in the comments section below. I’ll publish a new number daily.
Dancing in the New Year
One eye on the hourglass, sifting out the sand
belonging to the old year, yet swaying to the band
feverishly spinning in a shallow arc,
the partner that you dance with, caressing in the dark
shadows of the days gone by—three hundred-sixty-five.
Their pages scattered on the floor as you choose to jive.
Butchering the minutes that flutter ’round your feet
as your steps make light of them to the new year’s beat.
No aching gasps of nostalgia counteract the roar
of the new year’s entrance as you swirl around the floor.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 635 the prompt words are: shallow spin aching gasps scattered flutter shadows butcher hourglass feverishly eye
12/31/23
End of Year Waltz
One two three, One two three—
won’t you come dance with me?
Out of the old year and into the new,
I’d like to spend the time waltzing with you.
When the clock chimes, we’ll be on the floor,
welcoming in two zero two four.
A friend has pointed out that today’s date, seen without slashes, is 123123—the realization of which gave birth to this poem.
This is a grand coincidence, for I really did roll six threes in one roll in a game of Ten Thousand two days ago! This is a first in years of playing this game. My friend I was playing with insisted that when one rolled six of a kind in the game that it was an automatic win, but I insisted on playing through, taking only the 2400 points that the roll would garner. And can you believe it, she got to 10,000 before me! So much for nobility in dice-rolling! At any rate, it gave me the perfect photo for this challenge. And yes, I really did take a photo of my roll. This is not a staged photo.
My Shoes
My shoes go out without me. They do it all the time,
and do the things I never do. They jog. They hike. They climb.
But when my shoes get home at night, they’ll be completely clueless
that I’ve left them out as well by venturing out shoeless!
For Cee’s FOTD
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 