For Cee’s FOTD.
I just reread this blog by Forgottenman that touched me as much this time as it did when I first read it. Since it is even timelier now than when he originally posted, I hope you will read it too. This demonstration took place before I was born and long before Rosa Parks and the other demonstrations that we are more familiar with, so I had never heard of it, but the number of people affected by the actions that prompted this peaceful demonstration is stunning.
What we are going through now has happened before, but more peacefully. I guess some people have just lost their patience and are tired of waiting whereas others are using it as an excuse to demonstrate violence–which unfortunately detracts attention from those really seeking to bring change. I hope you watch this and comment:
https://okcforgottenman.wordpress.com/2019/10/05/the-sharecroppers-strike-of-1939-missouri-bootheel/
Overgrowth
My once magical garden is less discrete
with two-foot-high plants growing under my feet.
My beautiful fescue is obscured by weeds,
my succulent sun rose and tall slender reeds
choked out by visitors never invited.
I cajole my gardener. This must be righted!
This situation has grown to be dire.
The driving rain has prodded them higher.
If you want to come over to see how high
my rainy season weeds are, please bring a scythe!!!
Prompt words today are magical, cajole, driving, discrete and beautiful.
Ha! When I went down to take photos of the spare lot I am trying to convert into a garden, Pasiano was in fact down there with a weed-whacker, working diligently, so this poem was obsolete even before I posted it.
The Makeover
She was a timid little thing, wedded to lace and wicker.
Although she had a wicked wit if it were only quicker.
With her friends it’s true that she was faster to respond.
They were a modern sort of crowd–a regular beau monde.
They devised a plot to bring her out, to shatter her reserve.
They knew she had the talent but lacked the will and nerve.
They made it their year’s project to extract her from her shell.
They knew it wouldn’t be easy, for they knew her well.
But their decision was not arbitrary. They were all intent.
Of her reclusive habits, she was going to repent!!!
By what methods they inspired her, I fear we’ll ne’er discover.
Let it suffice for us to say they brought her from her cover.
By the next social season, she was fashionably buff.
Her reparté was clever, her rejoinders up to snuff.
And all the local bachelors, formerly prone to snickering
were lined up before the lady, groveling and smickering.
Words for the day are project, arbitrary, smicker, reserve and respond.
I clicked on the first one for you!
Click on link below and then click on each photo in turn to see what happens!
People Talk
“Precocious,” said the neighbor lady, talking about me.
And so I grabbed the dictionary, perched it on my knee,
intent upon my purpose, concentrating on my need
to know the meaning of the word, although I couldn’t read.
At three years old, another neighbor said that I was sweet.
I licked my arm, thinking that I might be good to eat,
but I tasted of my modeling clay, and I began to choke.
I figured out his comment was something of a joke.
My crazy older brother used to call me “out of sight”
when at the dinner table—in daylight, not at night.
The space between us was not much. Why couldn’t he see
this person in her rightful place was obviously me?
At four years old, I know a lot: numbers, letters, words.
What to call the insects. The names for all the birds.
I listen when they talk to me from grass or tree or fence.
It’s only human animals that often don’t make sense!
Prompt words for today are space, precocious, sweet, rightful and purpose.
I can’t remember ever seeing this lovely little white hibiscus with a blushing throat before, but there are two of them growing among the brighter coral ones on the wall between me and my neighbors. I’m wondering if I bought a new one and planted it there or is it just because I’m spending so much more time in my studio and hammock and so I’m noticing some things that have been there all along? I took this photo from the hammock. It is so different from the showier and larger varieties but I love it’s simple fragile beauty.
For Cee’s FOTD
