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The first tiny sculpture of a bear attached to a branch of driftwood is exactly as I found it on a branch on the beach. I haven’t colored or shaped it in any manner. Nature’s sculpture. The second photo is of a lamp made of elements found in nature by my husband, Bob Brown. The shade of handmade paper made from tree bark and liana was made by me.
Mismatched Hearts
She overdosed on tinder, declaring it a bomb.
She’s through with OKCupid and over Match.com.
In fourteen introductions, not one has turned out kissable.
If she had to rate them, she’d rate every date as missable.
Not one man she’s been linked to has been skookum, smooth or smart.
Not a single one of them has satisfied her heart.
Fatuous or condescending, under or over-dressed—
each one she has been matched to has left her unimpressed.
No plangent love bells have rung out. No lover has been gettable.
One theme that’s been repetitive is that they’re all forgettable.
Prompt words today are skookum (strong or brave) repetitive, fatuous, plangent and smooth.
Slip of a Man
Heredity’s not all it’s made out to be.
Some fall a bit far from the family tree.
Though his father is heavy, he’s a slip of a man
who dines on fine china while dad eats from the pan.
He’s a Jane Austen reader and a Volkswagen fan
while his old man likes football and drives a Ram Van.
Though the elder’s been known to go off on a binge,
when offered a drink, his son pours just a tinge—
a small drop of rum in a glass full of Coke—
a drink that his dad considers a joke.
Not at all like his father, he walks his own walk.
I guess you could say “a slip off the old block.”
Prompt words today are block, slip, tinge and heavy .Image by Ricky Grigore on Unsplash
For Cee’s FOTD
Outta Here!!!
The preponderance of people do not scintillate
when they tell a story wherein they relate
all the various aches and ills of their last operation,
hoping for our sympathy and our cooperation
in asking for each detail about defective parts—
their livers or their hip joints or their kidneys or their hearts.
Of course they know they’ll wow us and turn our knees to jelly
as they relate the drama of the opening of their belly,
never knowing that we’re blocking out all memory of their story
that is boring in recital, though its details may be gory.
All-in-all they need to know they’re in double jeopardy
first of losing bodily organs, and then of losing me!!!
Prompt words today are block, preponderance, jeopardy, scintillate and jelly.
Soliloquy of a Nut
I’m ready to be sassy. I’m tired of being dull.
This toothsome nut within the shell is set to leave her hull.
My shape is callipygian. I’m hippest of them all,
and when I’ve reached maturity, you’re sure to see me fall.
When the air turns algid and its cold air cuts,
you might want to console yourself with some roasted nuts.
When you need to feed your hunger, come crack me from my shell,
for to satisfy your appetite’s exactly why I fell.
Prompts today are ready, sassy, callipygian, algid and feed.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 