Fly-Bye on the Day of the Dead

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Fly-Bye on the Day of the Dead

That fly that chose to falter
for a minute on the altar
I’d constructed for my lover
should have made the choice to hover.

The worst choice of all
was to choose to land and crawl
attracting my attention
to a means of his detention.

Namely, to kill the squatter
with a switch of my fly swatter.
Though he was silent ever after,
no more soaring floor and rafter,

it was I who did the gasping,
for the bottle he was clasping
of my mourned-ones favorite drink
soared out to shatter in the sink.

Thus in the battle between darter
and me, he was the martyr
while I strained my funny bone
accepting actions to atone

by cleaning glass shards from the table
and all places I was able
to reach within the kitchen
without grumbling and bitchin’.

Then I quickly made a trip
to buy a sticky strip
so future flies would be defeated
and my actions not repeated.

 

Prompts For the Sunday Swirl Wordle 600
are: bones gasping strip switch shatters battle fly altar martyr bottle crawl falter

Also for NaPoWriMo

Info Overload

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Info Overload

Contemporary culture is one I dread to contemplate—
much more prone to outcry than to logical debate.
Folks bury fact with fiction misleading and irrelevant,
quelling truth and logic in favor of their rave and rant.

Who can deal with all the various sorts of messaging,
let alone absorb events rarely less than harrowing?
Lately my delete button has become my dearest friend
as I limit messages mostly to ones I send!!!

 

Prompts today are bury, outcry, contemporary, contemplate, absorb and irrelevant.

A Glowing Moment for Lens Artists Challenge

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I cannot figure out where to link this so I’m doing so HERE for the Lens-Artists Challenge.

Plumeria: FOTD, April 8, 2023

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For Cee’s FOTD

Party Animal

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Party Animal

I trip and stumble,
fall and tumble
(Lately haste
not to my taste.)
Incapacitated? Yes!
What’s the reason? Can’t you guess?
Once, though I was hale and hearty,
life of every wild party, 
now I draw less audiences,
fewer smiles and way more winces
as I slip up, toe or tongue 
on syllables or ladder rung.
These faux pas once made due to whiskey
back when I was young and frisky
are due to age’s cruel spasms
instead of youth’s enthusiasms.

Prompts for today are trip, mumble, incapacitated, hale, draw andtaste. Photo by Hillary P on Unsplash

Generation, for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Apr 8, 2023

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Generation

     My ration of the genes meted out to my family has, I admit, been wasted. I’ve had no children linked to my ancestors.  I have helped raise my husband’s children and been a loving aunt to nieces and nephews, but my only creations have been stories and poems written on paper or a computer screen,  handmade paper lifted from molds and deckles, jewelry formed from  metal cut, patterned, forged and soldered  and retablos constructed of the found fragments of other people’s lives.  They are what I offer to upcoming generations: a brooch, a lamp, a retablo, a poem, a vignette or a book—these are the things i’ve given birth to that will perhaps live after me.

 

 

The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with gen.”
Other prompts for today are trip, mumble, incapacitated, hale, draw and taste.

Checklist

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I very rarely reblog a post, but I love this Checklist by Xan. It’s very short so unfortunately it is all viewable here. Please go to Xan’s post to make comments as well as here so the author knows you appreciated it, too.

Xan's avatarXanku

Pet the cat
Feel the sunshine on your face
Stop and smell the flowers
But move with your brothers and sisters
Toward justice
Welcome new souls
And celebrate lost ones
Be troubled when you’re young
and troublesome in your age
and make good trouble all your life
Fill up your hungry belly
And someone else’s too
Love your neighbor as yourself
Honor your gods
However you see them
Raise your children
To love life
And mourn death
And make good trouble
In a new day

NaPoWriMo Day 7, prompt: a list

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Wildflowers and Cattails at the Beach FOTD Apr 7, 2023

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For Cee’s FOTD

Bucket List

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Bucket List

I have learned it is not wise
to reveal to other eyes
one’s bucket list lest they despise
those things that you
have chose to do
that they eschew.
Their judgement  might be too severe
for what you’ve yearned for, year on year—
to saddle up a wild deer
and ride for miles through his world,
fearing not that you’ll be hurled
to die out in the wild, not curled
within your room of board and nail
with loved ones there to hear you wail,
wanting to help, to no avail.

Or, to choose a pilot that you trust
to carry you to some high gust
that will waft you, chuteless, down to dust.
Do not dismay, oh friends of mine.
Do not doubt and do not pine
because I’ve chosen to decline
that death bed pressed and white and clean
with prolongation by machine
devoid of beauties of the scene
of forest, ocean, mountain, beach—
those places that by choice I’ll reach
more quickly in that final breach.
Know that the wildness of their lending
creates for me less painful  wending
toward my journey’s final ending.

 

For NaPoWriMo 2023, Day 7, we are to write a list poem…or an anti-list poem. That certainly widens the field!!!

I”m combining this prompt with my usual poem that makes use of prompts from six different  blogs. The prompts are linked to their source. Today they are: wise, dismay, bucket, severe, trust and nails.
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

Cruel Comedy: NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 5

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Cruel Comedy

The campfire collapses into a plaintive rune,
echoing the plangent wolf call of a loon
that floats the silver pathway of the water-jellied moon.

I face our final parting. As I hear its taunting croon,
the humid night surrounds me in its tight cocoon.
Life is a cruel comedy whose laughter ebbs too soon.

 

This is the NaPoWriMo prompt for April 5:

Begin by reading Charles Simic’s poem “The Melon.” It would be easy to call the poem dark, but as they say, if you didn’t have darkness, you wouldn’t know what light is. Or vice versa. The poem illuminates the juxtaposition between grief and joy, sorrow and reprieve. For today’s challenge, write a poem in which laughter comes at what might otherwise seem an inappropriate moment – or one that the poem invites the reader to think of as inappropriate.

Happy writing!