Above is the photo Cee asked us to pick a topic from. I could not resist linking to the below post from years ago that looks like it could have been taken in the same place that Cee’s was. I took these photos at Anne of Green Gable’s house on Prince Edward Island. If you’ve seen them before, hope you enjoy seeing them again:
Click on photos to enlarge and read captions.
And, if that isn’t enough paper for you, here are photos and the story of the making of amate paper in San Pablito, Mexico:
In Search of the Maestros of Mexico: A Visit to a Hidden Village of Paper Artists
Between
I like the middle seasons, the rising and falling.
As in a good novel or a good life,
that is where the excitement is.
Summer’s heat and brittle winter
are for avoidance and snuggling in,
protection from the extremes.
For me it is the in-between, when flowers bud
or leaves turn brilliant and fall to cushion the earth
and blanket it from the cold comforter of December.
For Sunday Stills “Leaves Have Fallen From the Trees” prompt.
In answer to Martha’s “Silence” prompt, I am including links to two poems I’ve dedicated to silence. See the link to her post at the end. Don’t miss it!
Our Mother, Cloaked in Silence (Daily Post and dVerse Poets Rhyme Royal)
Be sure to click on Marsha’s incredible post (As silent as a falling leaf”, thoughtful as a man with a dream,” by clicking on her link here: WQWWC 49
Image by Kristina Flour on Unsplash.
The Rocky Road to Maturity
A state of ataraxia is simply not the norm
when a particular condition has taken you by storm.
It makes you feel ungainly and your customary grace
seems to gather syllables and turn into disgrace.
Moodiness and hormones and pimples and the rest
of the ills that mark this state don’t put you at your best,
and there’s a bigger problem once you survive your pubescence,
for it is just a prelude to the state of adolescence!
Word prompts today are customary, ungainly, prelude, ataraxia (tranquility) and particular.
I got a bit carried away. I have been ill and unable to even look or think about food for the past two days. Now suddenly it looks too good!!!
Categories of Terror
Footsteps behind you in a midnight park
or the sentence of standing center stage.
A shadow, darker, moving through shadows,
that one voice, remembered, calling your name.
Echoes that follow you through the years.
Only one terror worse.
Alone in the whole wide world.
No more morality or fame or love or blame.
Now, what is the purpose of your being?
Please click on photos to enlarge and read the tale.
A Cautionary Tale
As you paddle down life’s dreams,
beware of hazards in its streams.
Currents quicken and their speed
may your expertise exceed.
Beware of whirlpools or of bogs,
floating hazards: moss and logs.
All the pretty scenery—
the mountains, flowers, greenery,
might distract you from the task,
so this one promise I must ask.
Agog with all of life’s sweet treasures,
please mind the thorns within its pleasures.
Prompt words today are paddle, hazard, quicken, agog and speed.
I’ve shown these photos before, but they fit in so well with the theme of this new poem that I just had to use them again.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 