For Travel With Intent’s One Word Sunday: Circle
Moths
They lift their wings
to float, then pump.
Slower than flit,
faster than slump.
Not content with loll and putter,
moths prefer to sail and flutter
through the air
from here to there.
The Weekend Writing Prompt is to write exactly 34 words making use of the word “flutter.” My word count includes the title.
For Cee’s FOTD
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This is the description of the last photo, which was cut off if you clicked on it to enlarge: This little guy rapped loudly on some tree in the neighborhood until I finally went out to see where he was. But, the minute I went out the door, he would freeze and become invisible. Finally, however, I caught him doing his business, whereupon he promptly flew away and has not returned. Here he is eighty feet up in the tree.
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For the CMMC Challenge: Two M’s
This was one of my posts made exactly one year ago today:
Click on photos to enlarge. Explanations of the sculpture are given below the poem.
Anima/Animus
The sword of guilt is something I continually hone,
and in this I feel that I am surely not alone.
Guile and temper are not exclusively my sin,
for animus is something that we all carry within.
In the early nineteenth century, animus was used to mean “temper” and was typically used in a hostile sense. In 1923, it began being used as a term in Jungian psychology to describe the masculine side of women. The anima as the unconscious feminine side of a man. (Excerpts from Wikipedia)
The photos are of my mixed media sculpture entitled Anima/Animus. The detail in the second photo symbolizes the shattering of the male side of the ego by a feminine consciousness. The metal object in the glass case is a small replica of the instrument used to sever heads from bodies in sacrificial preHispanic temple ceremonies. The hammer shattering the glass is meant to symbolize the gentling effect of the feminine on the masculine.
Prompt words today are animus, guilt, guile, exclusive and alon
For Flashback Friday.
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/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 