Postcard from an Old Work Buddy
Shifted my focus,
turned 45 degrees to the right,
began walking.
Ended up near the equator,
removed my shoes,
wiggled free toes in the sand.
Plucked new fruit from an unnamed tree.
Suffered no ill-effects.
New life, suits me fine. Wish you were here.?
For dVerse poets Quadrille Prompt: Shift
To see other Quadrilles on this topic go HERE.
full moon morning, jdbphoto 2017
4 A.M.
It is too early to be stirring, the world is still asleep.
The sound is all still slumbering, the darkness is too deep.
No dayness stirs the nightness. No touch is reaching out.
No stirring and no blowing. Not a whisper. Not a shout.
When I wake before the world does, it seems the end of things
instead of the beginning, when the whole world sings.
Sun rises and the birds demand. The dogs whine for their feed.
All the world around me awakens to its need.
But for now, they are all sleeping. It is a lifeless world.
Its eyes and ears and mouth closed, around me densely curled.
Shhhhhh. This is quiet alliteration–not so much that it calls attention to itself…
For MVB’s Prompt: Alliteration.
Father at the Fridge
Even though our fridge is huge since we chose to embiggen it,
everything worth munching or gulping down or swiggin’ it
seems to always be in back or buried in a pile
at the bottom of a stack of foods that we revile.
Of course all of us realize it isn’t too judicious
to hide in back the very foods that we find most delicious.
We’re in receipt of evidence yet judgement’s been suspended
about the guilty family member who’s been apprehended
burying the good food, for though there is no doubt
of who hid all the cookies behind the sauerkraut,
while we’ve been eating lettuce, the guy who has been “pie”ing it
is the selfsame person who, alas, is the one buying it.
Prompt words today are embiggen, receipt, suspended, judicious, refrigerator and doubt.
I’ve passed this second-story hideaway at the junction of two of the busiest streets in Ajijic hundreds of times, always wishing traffic would stop or that I had my camera out. This time, it happened…but I only had time enough to squeeze off one shot. The flowers and bright colors and brickwork almost make one overlook the ugly jumble of overhead wires.
For Cee’s FOTD
Art Imitates Nature
Suspended in this plastic world, my heart a gaping wound
if not for all the beauty in which it is cocooned.
How would we salvage anything from war and greed and lust
without art’s kind revision of all that is unjust
to make us reclaim hope in life simply because we must?
It’s the alchemy of nature to which we are beholden.
It takes our baser natures, transforming them to golden.
Prompts today are golden, salvage, wound, plastic, suspended, and revision.
I can’t help it. I know it is breaking the rules, but I love this photo so I have to post this closeup of my Old Man Cactus. One day those little spiky (mostly hidden) sharper spikes that the hairs grow from might turn into flowers, so this is a preview.
For Cee’s FOTD
In the Sunday Poser, 124 Sadje asks if we believe in luck. Here’s what I had to say about luck eight years ago: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/11/27/lucky
Image by Amy Reed on Unsplash.
Media Memorium
I derive full pleasure from binge watching television,
even though it earns me my friends’ complete derision.
I’m crazy about mysteries, game shows and romances—
all those “cute meets,” chance encounters—all those furtive glances.
Outside bluegrass concerts draw my interest, but the air
is full of pollen, so I prefer watching from my lair
with a bathroom close at hand that I don’t have to share.
Somehow camaraderie’s more comfy from my chair!
For my memorial, when I die, be sure that I am there,
ensconced in front of my TV on my derriere.
Prompt words today are memorial, bluegrass, mystery,derive, full and binge watching. Image from Pixabay
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