The leafcutter ants have not been stealing my bougainvillea as much this year. Thus, this healthy crop.
For Cee’s FOTD
The leafcutter ants have not been stealing my bougainvillea as much this year. Thus, this healthy crop.
For Cee’s FOTD
Though I am still active, for sure I’m not my best.
Whereas once I boogied, now I find I’d rather rest.
I know I’m winding down for sure but I feel I must
achieve those things I said I’d do before I bite the dust.
While I’m waiting to be cancelled, I’ve agreed that I’ll be wise.
My finale bears no stigma, for everybody dies.
Prompt words today are wise, agree, finale, stigma, active and cancelled.
And for NaPoWriMo
The palm flowers are dried and about to start raining down on everything below . This is one stalk overlooked by the tree cutters. I’m just hoping a big wind doesn’t come up and blow them all into the pool. Pretty, but messy. It’s good to have leaves and flowers on the Plumeria, though. It has been naked branches since before Xmas.
For Cee’s FOTD

Overheard in the Home for Retired Musicians
I’m stymied by your crepitus. Your embouchure’s divine.
If you don’t have your own tune, would you harmonize with mine?
Your tonality is breathtaking, your rhythm right on beat.
Your syncopation’s perfect. I fear I can’t compete.
As we play, our joints keep time. My knees snap, crackle, pop.
If our music were to lead to love, you’d have to be on top!
I eat vegetables, berries and seeds to quell my hunger,
for I gotta mind my gullet. I’m not getting any younger!
I must nullify the ills of a life of over-eating
if I wanna dull the din of a heart that’s over-beating.
Jane Fonda is my idol. Can you see the pecs on me?
I exercise each morning, and my diet’s sugar-free.
I’m gonna live forever ’cause I jog and bike and run.
My one and only problem is, I never have no fun!
Words of the day are gullet, nullify, idol, din, seed and free. Image by Malik Skydsgaard on Unsplash.
Poems used be as easy as falling off a log,
but I get more rickety with every single blog.
Sure, there is a wellspring of thoughts within my head,
but there’s a bit of work involved before those thoughts get read.
Sometimes they disband and fall apart before they’re pieced,
and no one ever sees these poems that end up as deceased.
So though words are my idols, whether earthy or dramatic,
I must say dealing with them is sometimes most traumatic.
If only words would step in line in meaning and in rhyme,
perhaps I would achieve my goal every single time!
Today’s prompts are log, rickety, idol, wellspring, dramatic, and disbanded.
Maybe also for NaPoWriMo?
I had a very traumatic day, actually, and when I came to the end of it and finally had time to write this poem, I found that Forgottenman had totally set up all the prompt links for me, including for NaPoWriMo. This for me is sweeter than chocolates or flowers! And that is the reason why I’m even posting a poem today. oxoxox to him.
I think the echeverias are every bit as pretty as flowers and half the bother, so here are a couple I’m sharing!
For Cee’s FOTD