Necessary Untruths
A game of hide-and-seek
not behind chairs or under tables
within thickets or crouched in deep culverts
but obscured between sharp truths.
That white lie
you tell yourself
just to keep going.
To read more poems to this prompt, go here: dVerse Poets
For the dVerse Poets April Fools prompt: Lies
Elon Musk visited the Pentagon Friday for a briefing on China which underscored the billionaire’s steadily growing influence in the Trump administration as well as his businesses’ deep ties to both the federal government and China.
Julie Siegel says DOGE is making it harder for millions of Americans to access their benefits.
I guess it will be handy for the very rich to have a place to escape to once they have destroyed Earth through global warming and lack of health care and vaccinations. It will be helpful when they’ve also created a new generation of unschooled children dependent upon social media (controlled by the rich as well) for all of their information.
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These are the last 4 shots on my phone, taken standing in my pool a bit before midnight on March 31, trying to capture the crisp crescent moon, which was all I could see with the naked eye. Unfortunately, my camera insisted on capturing a fuzzy full moon partially in shadow. My first April 1 trick, a few minutes early.
For Last on the Card.
Here are just a few back, dear Cee!!!!! You’ve brought a lot of joy into our lives during the years we’ve been following your Flower of the Day prompt (among others.) I just checked, and discovered I’ve answered your FOTD prompt 2,156 times since I discovered it in 2018. These are just a few of the flowers formerly posted. oxoxoxo Judy
Sadly, Cee passed away earlier this month. To see Becky’s tribute, along with tributes from a number of her other friends and followers, go HERE.
For Cee’s FOTD
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #66” Today’s number is 187. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please link your blog in comments below.
Affirmations
Poems rush to mind in a barrage,
then fade away like a mirage.
Words light as petals fall like rain
into a beautiful terrain
that forms a sort of sanctuary
where as I age I choose to tarry,
pretending that I’m going to miss
encounter with that grim abyss.
Another verse escapes my breath,
as with flushed face, I confront death.
Such affirmations reveal as sham
all that threatens what I am.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 700, the prompt words are: grim abyss flush raised mirage sham whispers light petals breath beauty
I couldn’t resist sharing these photos of the pool that I snapped yesterday and then started finding other studies of light/shadow and reflection captured earlier. Please share links to your own light reflection shots in comments below!
Also, for Cellpic Sunday
I just discovered this blog, “Sea Dreams and Time Machines” by Meg Winikates and so far I love everything I’ve read. This piece echoes my sentiments exactly: https://mwinikates.com/2024/11/07/a-billion-brilliant-stars/
And here are two poems I love as well:
and one more poem by the same person.
https://mwinikates.com/2024/10/29/halloweensie-contest-entry/
Hope you enjoy her writing as much as I have.
Mother’s Pocket
“Not your average peddler,” my mom was heard to say,
as she paid him for the prism that she promptly tucked away—
her pocket an oasis where my hand would go to play
when other things went wrong or on a sunless, rainy day.
In her pocket I found magic things—smooth stones that were magnetic.
Pulling them apart calmed hands otherwise frenetic.
Cherry-flavored Lifesavers and pretzels clothed in salt.
If they vanished from her pocket, it never seemed a fault.
Words written on grains of rice, hankies trimmed in lace
that I liked to hold against my lips and arms and face.
Tiny detached doll heads to put upon one’s fingers.
The memory of their spirited dialogues still lingers.
But that magic prism was the best of all her treasure.
Once I drew it from her pocket, I kept it for my pleasure.
Still it sits upon my shelf where it invites my gaze,
still transmitting mother’s light on sunless rainy days.
For RDP the prompt is Oasis
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 