Smashed Hopes
My fascination with kale is nil,
but smashed potatoes fill the bill.
They go best with butter and
homemade gravy, never canned.
Rosé goes with clove-studded ham,
but I must admit I am
fond of gin for getting smashed
when the potatoes are mashed!
The dVerse Poets Quadrille challenge prompt is Smash.
And you can find more responses to the prompt HERE.
I can’t decide whether this was a flower whose petals had fallen or one that hadn’t yet budded out. I meant to keep checking it, but life intervened and I forgot to. What do you think?
For Cee’s FOTD
This might have been a better choice for Grandma’s Birthday Cake.
Grandma’s Birthday Confessions
A trick of fate has caused my skin to rumple, thin and bruise.
My limbs are merely spindles and my breasts simply refuse
to remain in their stations! My locks once shiny gold
have dimmed to dullest silver, thus making me look old!
Of late, I find the edges of things have grown less clear.
I bump myself on door frames and on table tops. I fear
I may have a slight problem with my peripheral vision
which upon occasion has created much derision
on the part of youngsters, whose laughter, I suppose
has something to do with the lipstick on my nose.
And if you wonder why my bangs are so oddly fringed,
please don’t blame my hair stylist. I fear that they were singed
when I tried to blow the candles out on my birthday cake.
Who knew they’d use one candle for each year, for heaven’s sake?
The words for Sunday Whirl Wordle 620 were: late edge spindle skin rumple fate trick slight singe dim limb
Back-fence Whispers
Since I heard the rumors that my love is leaving,
unproven fears extend their claws and set my heart to grieving.
Still fluid memories of our love rush in to calm my mind,
shoring up belief that he’s not the roaming kind.
Still, those hurtful whispers breathed behind cupped hands
warn me that he’ll soon be off to foreign lands.
Thus, I sit and worry about what the truth may be.
Which love has he chosen? Is it the world or me?
The words today are hurt heard whispers since roams clawing rush still fluid grieving shore breathe : for the Sunday Whirl Wordle 619 Image by Ben White on Unsplash.
I found this photo from the past when I was looking for photos for my “Running Away” post just posted. It’s not of my lower garden as it was taken near the pool, but I love this shot so decided to share it for Cee’s Flower of the Day as there are a few flowers in it. This sculpture was actually a fountain. The water fell from the shell in her hands down into the pool. Unfortunately, a worker knocked it off into the pool and it broke into too many pieces to be fixable. I gave its original artist money in advance to make me another, but never heard from him again. Sad, as it was one of my favorite sculptures.
See Cee’s beautiful Water Lily HERE.
And for another reason I run away to the garden and/or hammocks, go HERE
to see what else I see from there.
So weird!!! I have not heard one cohete (bottle rocket) or seen one firework in three days and it is Independencia! There should have been hundreds of explosions by now. I’ve never known a day without at least one and usually they would have been happening for days before September 16. Nor did I hear any church bells this morning. What is going on?
For Cee’s FOTD
1. Have a break : What one sumo wrestler said to another before jumping, full weight, on his leg.
2. You’re never alone with a strand : What the keeper said to the Hawaiian lady wearing a lei as he advised her to take it off before she entered the apiary.
3. Snap! Crackle! Pop! The answer the sumo wrestler’s body made to the statement of the sumo wrestler in line 1.
4. The Ultimate Driving Machine: What other golfers call Jack Nicklaus.
5. Don’t leave home without it: The front door key.
6. Have it your way. The final retort of the loser in a marital disagreement
7. Good to the last drop: Slogan inscribed on the side of a nuclear bomb.
8. Hello Moto: What the one-year-old birthday boy said as he opened his first Hot Wheel gift.
9. Taste the rainbow. What the rain says to the earth just as the sun comes out as it is departing.
10. Because you’re worth it. My reassurance uttered mentally to my conscience each time I buy a new piece of art knowing I have no place left to hang it!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 