Little Duck (for 99 Word Story)

Little Duck can’t believe it any more than I can.  Out of eight socks taken out of the dryer, six of them are mismatched—which means each of them matches none of the others! You may think some look like they match, but none of them remotely do. If they are the same length, one is heavy and the other see-through. I cannot figure it out as I have even purchased two new pairs of black socks since I left Mexico. Mismatched socks are a Bummer!!! We may have to go buy me some new ones to console ourselves.

 

I think I’m too late to submit to this 99-word challenge, but here are some other Duckie stories from folks who discovered the challenge on time: https://carrotranch.com/blog/

 

 

Hibiscus: FOTD July 28, 2023

 

For Cee’s FOTD

Humble Petunias for FOTD

Not my favorite flower, but they make a vivid display against the turquoise wall.

See Cee’s incredible hydrangea HERE.

Petunia: for FOTD July 26, 2023

The popular name for this flower is “Seaside Petunia.” Ironic, because I photographed it in Sheridan, Wyoming.  Looks like something has been chewing on the bottom flower. Rabbits, perhaps? There is always one in the yard there.

I decided to research the matter, and this is what I discovered:
“Fortunately, petunias are a totally safe food for rabbits, and most rabbits absolutely love them and will eat them by the handful. Rabbits tend to be keen on eating flowers, so if you let your bunny roam free in your garden, be aware that it is likely to nibble at least a few of the pretty petals.” HERE is the source for this information.

For Cee’s FOTD

“Words” for W3 65

Words

By their adjustment,
I change their drift,
but when I alter their lilt,
I am as transformed by them
as they are by me.

I am inebriated by words.
I reel in their power
as they call my bluff.

They reflect the changes in me
I would otherwise not know.
I can float in their buoyant comfort
or shoot the rapids of emotion.

Words are my river and my raft,
my cushion and that daredevil conveyance
into a new stream of thought

from which I never return
to the exact same world
I left from.

 

Why Do We Write?

We write to share that part of us that might not otherwise be shared. The page is like a Fibber Magee and Molly closet where we store all those leftover parts of ourselves. Open the page and everything comes spilling out: organized, disorganized, jovial, sad, rational or irrational. Everything gets crammed into the page. We may not be lionized for it. Our words may be stolen and presented as someone else’s, but the important thing is to write them. Words are like a pressure valve, freeing pent-up emotions. They furnish a release that is somehow part of the solution to the problems they describe. 

For the W3 65 Prompt: Inspiration  (What inspires you to write poetry?) To read other poems written for this prompt, go HERE.

Golden Arum-Lily for FOTD July 25, 2023

Here’s a wider view of a shot of a Golden Arum-Lily from a few days ago. Judy is bouncing through skies & airports today, heading back home. I’m OkcForgottenMan, posting for her while she’s wi-fi-less.

For Cee’s FOTD prompt.

CFFC Prompt: Street Lamps or Outdoor Lighting


For Cee’s CFFC Prompt.

Forget-Me-Nots: FOTD July 24, 2023

When leaves are as beautiful as flowers! Yes, these are the leaves of a Forget-Me-Not plant.

For Cee’s FOTD

Food Fight and Flight for Wordle 614

Food Fight and Resultant Flight

I dabbed the food flecks off of my face
and skittered at a quickening pace,
my tattered hem dragged from the grasp
of my tormenter’s cruel clasp.

Chattering teeth betrayed that place
where I had ended flight and pace
to squeeze my frame into a nook
where my pursuer would never look.

But, trapped within the prison I chose,
I felt the world around me close.
So, squinting out between the slats,
I spied the confirmation that’s

evidence of that scalding truth
that drove me from seclusion’s booth.
Freedom’s worth more than former wishes
to avoid doing the dishes!!

 

Prompts for The Sunday Swirl Wordle 614 are: tattered chattering drag dabbed face hem trapped frame squinted cruel flecks skittered scalded

 

 

Family Law

Family Law

By hook or hammer via head or maw,
we dispense our private law.
Cross not our path, felon or fish,
unless swift justice is your wish.
If you enter through our door
to steal or plunder? You’ll be no more.
Invade our brook? I fear we might
make you the victim of your own bite.

 

My friend Chris sent along this curious photo as a prompt. This is as close as I could come to interpreting why one man in formal dress stands hammer-in-hand at the door while the other poses in full fishing regalia, and even more of a mystery is the significance of the photo to her!