Tuesday, September 17, 2013

If I Could



This week's one word prompt:


1
:  an arc or circle that exhibits in concentric bands the colors of the spectrum and that is formed opposite the sun by the refraction and reflection of the sun's rays in raindrops, spray, or mist
2
a :  a multicolored array
b :  a wide assortment or range <a rainbow of flavors>






If I Could

I’d have gathered all the colors and
Painted you a rainbow if I could.
I’d have plumped up my piggy bank
And saved for your future livelihood.

I’d have unchained you of your obligations
And those thoughts that “you should.”
I’d have righted you from wrong,
So you’d never have been misunderstood.

I’d have swept away your troubles
And buried them for good.
I’d have handed you the key to success
Or increased its likelihood.

I’d have readily done all these things,
But from afar reluctantly I stood,
And watched you gather your own colors--
From a perspective called Parenthood.



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Saturday, September 7, 2013

Rise



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This weekend we're asking for 30 of your own words plus the three following words for a total of 33 words: Tether Loft Crown



Rise


the loft
of the duvet
eases the sliding

across

from warm
to cool sheet

reaching 

for the crown
of my adoration
and unmistakable
tether to Life

waking
touching
embracing

you

on Sunday morning





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Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Pinch



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This week's one-word prompt is:

GRACE (noun)


1
a : unmerited divine assistance given humans for their regeneration or sanctificationb : a virtue coming from Godc : a state of sanctification enjoyed through divine grace
2
a : approval, favor <stayed in his good graces>b archaic : mercy, pardonc : a special favor : privilege <each in his place, by right, not grace, shall rule his heritage — Rudyard Kipling>d : disposition to or an act or instance of kindness, courtesy, or clemencye : a temporary exemption : reprieve


Pinch

Little girl
Spots a white butterfly
First fluttering, then stopping
On a nearby flower
Resting, two wings closed as one.

Little girl
Quietly and quickly
Pinches its wings
And picks up the butterfly
As she has done many times before.

Little girl
Watches the butterfly’s legs
Dance wildly about.
 “Look, Grammy! Another butterfly!
Today I'm gonna take her home!”

Little girl
Walks on the abandoned railroad track
Stepping, hopping, on wooden boards.
Arms out and flapping, she
Balances and teeters on one rail.

Little girl
Peeks at her friend--
Every now and then--
Between her forefinger and thumb.
She likes the look of her adorned fingertips.

Little girl
Approaches her home, stops and 
Examines her companion to see that
Its legs are no longer frantic, but
Still, wings partly blemished and wrinkled.

Little girl
Suddenly fearful
That she has hurt the butterfly,
Releases her pinch.
It shakes and spirals to the ground. 

Little girl
Inhales the tightness in her chest
And fists her cold, clammy hands. 
Still struggling, the butterfly
Flits about like an aired fish.

Little girl
Tugged by her hand to go home--
The same hand that stripped
The butterfly’s grace of flight--notices
The pulsing numbness growing in her two fingertips.



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Friday, August 30, 2013

Return



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This weekend we're asking you to harken back to your grade school days and write a haiku.  No word restrictions, just stick to the structure as defined below.

HAIKU (noun) : an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually five, seven, and five syllables respectively 





Return

Summer vacation
Hacked this blog. Kids now in school, 
Trifecta again!


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I was going to write a haiku and then explain why I hadn't been around since, what, May?  Then I thought I'd just do it with my response.  I missed my Trifectan friends!  I hope to be back more regularly now that I don't have to hear maa-maaahhhhh ALL MY DAYS OF SUMMER.

For those of you in the States, have a safe and fun long weekend!








Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Fluff







Beneficial weed
Going to seed.

Set to parachute away,
To many's dismay.

Round puffs of fluff--
Swaying with mischief.

I found my inner child--
Blew a breath, and smiled.







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I was having a hard time captioning the last photo, so I asked my daughter what the dandelion made her think of.  "Fluff" was her answer.  That is so something she would say.  Although I didn't use her word in the caption, I'm dedicating the title of this post to my girl.   




Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Crazy for Tulips














Tulips, three lips, four lips, five,
Under the sun you happily thrive.
When it's cold or rainy out,
You close your lips for a nice hideout.
How logical and reasonable for this act,
But til I grew my own tulips, I knew not of this fact.



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I'm a little late posting this, as my tulips are on the decline.  Some flowers have fallen, and I'm sure many more will follow after the rainstorm.  I am placing popsicle sticks to mark their spots as they wilt, as I plan to plant more bulbs this fall.  Apparently tulips are not the best perennials, as many of mine grew leaves but no stems this second spring of flowering.  How do your tulips fare year after year?


Friday, May 10, 2013

[Extra]ordinary


oh
to 
be
chic 
among the 
bleak is to add 
a cherry on top 
the ordinary







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This lone, lonely, lonesome dandelion caught my eye and my camera, unlike the field of them in the abandoned, grassy lot just down the road.  I guess it says something about standing out from the crowd to make the ordinary extraordinary.