Monday and Tuesday, I drove, my friend Brad navigated and cousin Kirk sat in the back seat and was chauffeured around Tonala and Guad for two days. Big fire on the way home slowed us down but all-in-all a nice two days. No computer for 32 hrs, folks. I think that is a record.
Sister Flowers
Yellow, red and white and green,
insuring that they’re easily seen.
Fifteen maidens in a row,
eyes distended, all aglow.
Skirts spread out to catch the sun,
observing me and everyone
who passed this way, their aprons spread
as though they wished to work instead
of simply standing in the sun
creating beauty for everyone!
You can join them if you wish,
but you must curb your sway and swish.
Stand quietly. Quit all your pranks.
You’re not allowed to break their ranks,
lest you draw disapproving glowers
from your docile sister flowers.
For Simply Six Minutes write a piece to accompany the above photo. Exactly six minutes! No rules broken.
This is the photo that Cee gave us to draw our topics from: 
Impertinent Food
I don’t enjoy it when food talks back.
A potato chip or Crackerjack
makes too much noise when you are chewing,
and gives away what you are doing.
Beans tattle in retrospect
so all around you folks suspect
that you have eaten of their fruit,
betrayed by legume’s blatant toot.
Food should be eaten but not heard.
That it talks back is most absurd.
That’s why edibles less rude
are my favorite sorts of food.
NaPoWriMo prompt: I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of food.
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Wise Words from the Mockingbird
If I were alate, I’d have wings
to fly me up and over things.
I’d feast on everything that grows,
from oranges to tangelos,
then perch in trees to overhear
all the people who passed near.
When lovers squabbled under me,
I’d fly on down and referee.
I’d convey my firm conviction
in my aviary diction
that to squabble is absurd—
to rise above the common herd.
I simply can’t accentuate
sufficiently the words I’d state.
If you want your love to last,
after a squabble, make up fast.
Listen to my every word:
sound advice from the mockingbird.
Prompts for the day are referee, conviction, accentuate, alate and orange. Image from Unsplash.
For Cee’s FOTD
Upon Running into a Former Best Friend
Don’t give me cause to regret our reunion.
Don’t bring back to mind our former disunion.
Don’t lament my career or cuss at my kids—
those actions that once put us into the skids—
dissolving our friendship and our former ties
when I’d had enough of your conniving lies.
Don’t inveigle or bemoan your lack of a pension.
Past times I’ve come through I won’t bother to mention.
And if you’ve a reaction and want to explode,
do me a favor. Take it on the road!!!
The prompt for NaPoWriMo today is the post a poem that begins with a command.
Brutal Truth
Fresh as they come, you’re the pick of the litter.
Though too young for pathos and too soft for bitter,
how can I describe what fate has in store
later in life as the innocent lore
of your earlier life is exposed as just part
of what might affect your innocent heart?
Prompt words are soft, describe, pathos, later and young. Image by Alex Gomes on Unsplash.
Friendly Game
You come to bat. I toss my pitch.
Convention dictates. It’s a bitch.
You note my sudden augmentation.
A loud crack signals your elation.
Over the fence with deadly aim.
You round the bases to loud acclaim.
Exploit the crowd’s ecstatic cheers.
This afternoon, you’ll buy the beers.
Prompts today are deadly, pitch, augmentation, exploit and convention.
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