Heads or Tails offers the prompt 'fools' which is appropriate for April 1!
I'm posting a fib, one haiku and a photo:
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prank
brings
bright eyes,
lad's giggle
bugs edgy daddy ~
jocosity sidelined by life
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first day of April
uncovers our naivete
buried by late snow
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Honey, I'm home!! is one of my award-winning digital photos!
poems and digital photos
From One Single Impression. This week's prompt of laughter comes from Scott the Poet at Poetic Leanings.
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wave goodbye
slam door, kick up heels
winter's gone
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lined papers
squiggles mark each one
...preschooler
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snort and tears
bow with tummy throb
fave old joke
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Fractal created in Fractal Explorer
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These were the first words that came to mind when I read the Sunday Scribblings prompt: Out of this World
nebula - fractals - apophysis - the order of chaos - stepping stones - circling light - ephemeral belies rock solid underpinnings - magical - skybound rainbows - hidden by city lights - overshadowed - natural regeneration - mythical heroes personified in constellations - My UFO sighting
When I think of space, it's about the magical and ephemeral colors of the skybound rainbows named in numbers, ie, n44. Those ever fascinating nebulae increase my pleasure of fractals and the imaginative abstract. Exact order of chaos can be found in the night sky when city lights go dark.
The seduction of night, when earth lights hide the sins of man and glitter in ultimate fantasy, has always captured my passion. Dirt and disaster are generally not visible in the dark as lights from overhead ease the stress of day and blanket the night with perfection.
Mad Kane says:
Here in the U.S., tax return day (April 15th) is looming. So today’s limerick and haiku theme is taxes and tax returns or, if you prefer, forms that drive you nuts.
My haiku:
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they do not linger
they snub my tender welcome
...bucks just passing through
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Poefusion Friday 5 offers five words for prompt: prey, quacky, cranberry, fling and winsome. Click the link to see what others responded and feel free to join in Michelle's challenging meme.
not all forms of prey
are perfectly toothsome
observe the intimacy
as a quacky mallard,
using a cranberry
as the new paradigm,
picks one to fling
toward a winsome hen
but only creates wasteful
Rorschach blots of red
fractals
an old lover
trapped in a new dream
winter circles once more
spent desires
pale with indifference
disturb the sleep of March
I rise to a buried spring
where the sweet sip of love
left vinegar on my tongue
Manipulated and re-colored Digital Photo
For Totally Optional Prompts
I took the Optional route. Several years ago, when a character I admired entered my mind, I wrote a novel around her and sometimes I wonder which of us is more real. ♥
Bone, moderator of 3 Word Wednesday, offers glass, question and token for today's prompt. Please follow the link to see what others posted or to play along with this enthusiastic meme. My response is below.
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first token of spring
dazzling as fused yellow glass
questions old winter
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green
eyes
shining,
like fused glass
reflects candleglow,
she leans forward with trust's token
before responding to his unexpected question
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Fractal created in Apophysis.fractals
Heads or Tails prompt: Surprise.
The prompt took me off guard so this post might be a little more personal than usual...the recent month has been a series of personally rewarding surprises.
First. Spring knocked a couple of times but winter kept the door locked. So I didn't have to venture outside to clean up the fallen limbs and winter damage. Ah, a reprieve!
Second. New Verse News and Right Hand Pointing each published one of my poems. Taco Salad at the Lake, a photograph, is on the cover of Travel Post Monthly.
Third. I managed to 'draw a watercolor' on my new Wacom Bamboo Fun. I hope to get better - for sure, I can't get worse. At any rate, it's a whole new ball game and I was sorely in need of a boost. Cabin fever now comes in colors!
Other events, too, added to the month to make it a pleasant and surprising piece of time.
Thanks for reading my back slapping!
chaos in the order of the stars
floods nebula with local color
kaleidoscopes unwritten
boomerang like homing pigeons
ragged clouds whimper
from the cluttered sky
and somewhere in the night
the land-bound moulin’s mouth
yawns another crack of ice
Fractal created in Apophysisfractals
One Single Impression posts:
As we enjoy the official beginning of this season, our prompt is spring.
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rain loosens the soil
massages swelling seed pods
pliant greens
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ides of March
chill north wind beckons
corn snow falls
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snowbirds circle
inspect old neighborhood
vacant houses
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Fractal created in Apophysisfractals
The Sunday Scribblings prompt for "I just don't get it...' is perfect for this time of year when spring peeks and leaves, when political bouts rage and when deception seems the order of the day.
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Thinking about this topic reminded me of people who are too lazy to learn the truth. People who forward disinformation by byte-tons and the recipients who accept it as truth. People who fail to explore facts before espousing opinions or voting. People who follow a current fad without thinking.
From there, I wandered to computer malware, hackers, phishers and scammers. How do obviously intelligent people decide the only way to make a buck is to resort to crime? Is it too much to ask that they infect each other and leave regular folks alone?
From there, I found I spend too much time shaking my head or rolling my eyes and saying...'I just don't get it.'
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scent spun from a lilac
wraps me in forewarning
lucid as hindsight
familiar and unknown
Kokopelli fronts
the lurking karma
false as fool's gold
in a negative rainbow
my view goes tilty
an underwater mirror
fast-forward future
fuses to the past
Fractal created in Apophysis.
Writers Island prompts with Deja Vu for this week.fractals
Spring break or maybe it's broken? More snow here. March came in like a lion and might go out as one, too.
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idle rake
snow covers the lawn
dreamer waits
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sun startles
steam rises like smoke
wet shingles
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multi sized snowflakes
last blowhards of the season
circle aimlessly
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one simper, a kiss
her departure train
tracks west
he lingers by the fence
cleans all wifely traces
from his gleaming face
the inbound whistle
echoes across the vale
his paramour draws near
drawn lines close
on golden mean echoes
as a mobius strip
grows from more to less
split and split again
where once were scores
the longest years now
number on a single hand
phi flings fractals
into a void,
forewarned, he walks
into the gathering black
Surreal is the prompt by Totally Optional Promptsfractals
Bones, moderator for Three Word Wednesday, offered these words as the prompt for today: tangled, misunderstood and money. Check out how others responded and feel free to play along!
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tangled by the news
threads spun til few understood ~
money triggers feuds
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tangled money threads
patched but not quite understood
stained the cloth of dreams
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Skittles Heads or Tails, hosted this week by Tidbits of Tippets, offers the prompt...March 18 - HEADS - Any part of (or place in) a house
Kitchen
The kitchen is my favorite part of the house. Sound strange for a non-cook?
My computer, printer, scanner, phone and all things digital use all but a slender slice of table. The two comfortable old barstools are made from vinyl coated clothesline fashioned around a slender metal frame. I use one and the other supports a batch of books and binders.
From my seat, I see through the living room window and through the dining room slider to the patio beyond.
I see the neighbor's garage wall, up close, out the kitchen window. Not so neat. I've thought about painting a flower field on it, but so far it's only a thought.
Cupboards that normal people would use for pots and pans hold watercolor supplies, computer CD's, camera paraphernalia, device chargers...and a traveling coffee mug which rarely leaves home.
That's part of my house. I won't tell you about the guest bathtub where plants 'winter' over.
Thanks for visiting!
Original bookmark using pen and ink with watercolor by Turner.
One Single Impression offers 'Circle' as the weekly word prompt.
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string art forms
lined up for spring dress
...winter trees
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drought deprived
arid landscape laved
...curls of rain
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buried by snowfall
graveyard of tumbled branches
exhumed by spring thaw
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Fractal created in Apophysis.fractals
Two pieces of poetry are posted here in the spirit of smorgasbord which is the prompt from Sunday Scribblings. A wonderfully fast moving meme, feel free to read and play along with the bloggers!
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smorgasbord
joy of spring gutter
Stellar's jay
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In Scottsdale Shadows
Chunked tomatoes
cucumbers squared
green and red peppers
mound the earthen bowl.
Beyond Borgata Shops
scabrous stones crumble
over Conquistadoré bones,
silhouette of one-hump
Camelback crawls across
gazpacho.
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Day in the Desert, original watercolor by Turner.
poetry watercolor
I have a new toy. A gadget. You know me, I give up food, heat and clothes for gadgets. This is an impulse taken. And I'm Spellbound.
A Bamboo Fun by Wacom is in front of me. This is an amazing little item. Far more fun, but probably less productive, than my Roomba.
Bamboo Fun console came with a mouse and pen as well as Adobe Photoshop 5, Corel Painter Essentials 3 and Nik Color Efex Pro 2 GE.
USB connection and software upload allows drawing, editing or designing images (reflected in the computer monitor) using the pen or mouse on the pad. How cool is that?
Well, let me tell you. This is another learning curve that will keep me wide-eyed and wide-wondered until it's warm enough to get outside.
So far, I've only installed Photoshop. When I learn to operate that with my mouth closed and my eyes un-squinted, I'll install the next program.
Fascinating stuff. I'm so glad I wasn't born in the 1700's. Actually, maybe the next century would be an even better choice. I'll scribble that on my monitor for future editing. Just in case time machine technology kicks in.
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For Haiku Friday
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sneeze, cough, moan
spring flu bypasses
fall vaccine
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indoor greens
lean toward windows
peeking sun
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ides of march
usher in snowstorm
browned crocus
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Michelle at Poefusion Friday 5 offers these five words for prompt: fizzy, sylph, freckled, rabble, suasion. It's a fun meme, come along and play!
One fizzy-headed sylph
clad in gauzy green
materializes
from the nether gloom,
from that freckled world
of a well-warped bush.
The see-through sylph
draws a shouting crowd
spouts a plot of fuzzy math
and browbeats rabble
in ill-based suasion
before retreating to her lair.
Totally Optional Prompts offers 'smoke and mirrors' as the Thursday prompt. A great meme, please feel free to join in...
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come play with me
curled finger beckoned
disappeared into the haze
ticket vanished
I sped into the game
seeking, searching
slipped, fell, rose again
door banged shut
the mirror went black
magicians' rule ~
now you have it
no, you don’t
against the wall
head to brick
without a chance
the die was cast
a winner named
before I joined the game
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Bone, at Three Word Wednesday, offers these words for today's prompt: apartment, began, numb. He runs a fine meme, always draws good bloggers. You're welcome to play along!
Fibonacci poems are one of my favorite forms. Wikipedia has a bit of starter information if you'd like to become acquainted with this style.
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Next?
bored
numb
bloodless
she began
a new CraigsList search
for a rent-and-share apartment
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Barbara, owner of Silverwheel Astrology, tagged me for this meme.
1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.
Ordinarily, I don't do tags but strangely enough I had bookmarked this page a few days ago! So...
Wabi Sabi Simple by Richard R. Powell
Three sentences from page 123.
The amygdala and the other structures of the limbic system have been in the animal population for millions of years, and they function largely automatically, coordinated and mediated by the cortex in more evolved animals. The cortex sorts and compares experiences and proves more accurate and discriminating abilities.
We humans also have a neocortex, an additional layer of cells in our brains that allows us not only to sort and compare experiences, but also to think about them, and speculate about them, and imagine events based on the experiences we have already had.
Tagging:
Sherry, Noah, Andree, Skittles, Michelle
Heads or Tails, the Tuesday meme from Skittles, offers the prompt of green.
A John Deere tractor is green and the following poem is about green.
March
Timid sun before its time
slips across frosty roofs
shines on eager buds
small as withered seed,
a laughing crow circles
drops his shadow
on split fence railing,
tree limbs rocked by breeze
dance with snowdrops
leaving shingled eaves,
sullen green grass
unwilling to be awakened
pouts crisply underfoot.
Spring knocks.
Original Watercolor by Sue.poetry watercolor
One Single Impression offers the second prompt of its new life, Kindness.
Feel free to play along...
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ides of march
slide across the snow
leading spring
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bits of blue
trimmed by clouds of gray
spring quilting
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droplet of sun
puffs up by a pine
first buttercup
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This week’s, and the twenty-fifth, Writer’s Island prompt is: “Rising”. Come along and play!
Bubbling Up
Questioning...
I never read prompt posts before I write my own.
After writing and posting, I read and see that some of the same words and thoughts have bubbled up, and I wonder. Where do the prompts come from? Do they fall from the same bucket of words that rise from each of our minds?
Comments, too. I read comments only after I write my own, yet many times the same statements are repeated. How odd is that?
How often do you read blogged prompts only to find you've written a similar post? Several times, I've searched for a specific and unusual word and found someone else used it as well.
Recently, I posted to my 2000 Mythsteries and Other Pithy Shorts blog and the next Newsweek cover carried the very unusual phrase I'd coined.
It feels like strong synchronicity or outright woohoo voodoo.
Has this happened to you? Do you read first, write later or vice versa?
If similar words wait on the surface, why are Powerball numbers so difficult to dig up?
Sunday Scribblings #101 -
The prompt this week is: "The Experiment" or "Experimental."
My response:
analysis
begins
calculated
data gathered
excel'd
footnotes listed
guidelines
hidden
input varietal
jiggered
kneaded
logic lost
missing cells
numbers chewed
opinion spat
political smiles
qualitative
reports
spun in a false web
truth choked
unstated
views exposed
weird wins
x-ray's down
yawns abound
zipped files deleted
Mad Kane prompts - Life Stages. Come play along!
There are many and the most obvious is the one in which you currently fit. While the truth can be denied, fiction often tells it all.
A couple of contemporary haiku follow:
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deadline
acquires new meaning
last half
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too early
timer off kilter
too late now
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The image is a fractal with a manipulated digital photo embedded. fractals
Poefusion's Friday 5 offered these words: green, snug, snake, boggle, racket. This is a fun meme - feel free to join in...
I attempted my first limerick and came kind of close before I tried a tanka. Obviously, the daily news is getting to me and I couldn't get off topic which is usually easy for me.
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head divider smirks
snug with his own folding green
forked tongue of this snake
spins out another racket ~
maroon's turned to a boggle
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top twisted snake of the packet
so snug in a shameful racket
packs deep pockets with green
his forked tongue boggles me
he has earned a crooked jacket
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The Totally Optional Prompt for this week: Have you ever considered deliberately trying to use a different voice? To not sound just like yourself?
My response: I think this isn't my voice and probably never will be. It was an interesting experiment, however. Another voice follows.
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Why, Father?
Did you care naught for Mother?
She adored and revered you,
you who were generous to strangers
and incensed by thieving traders.
How could you be cruel to Mother?
You fled the fear of your Father
conferred it to countless progeny
carried by a score of women.
Sweet Echo couldn't purge the grief
my Mother knew at your infidelity.
All in the heavens was yours
but you dishonored my Mother.
I beseeched the Oracle at Dodona
to meditate for answers
but none were forthcoming.
Why, Father?
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Three Word Wednesday's moderator, Bone, offers a weekly prompt for bloggers' written response. This week, he has chosen rest, sidewalk and twice. Feel free to join in this meme! Or read what others have contributed.
Here is a 'spring' fibonacci for my post to this prompt.
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tyke
rides
bright red
three wheel trike
follows the sidewalk
no rest, he turns and pedals proud
waves twice in passing, his wide smile firm as a grimace
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For the list of Seven from Skittles Heads or Tails prompt:
I look outside where the wind blows cold over the remaining layers of snow and see the damage that will need repaired when spring arrives. Somehow, the thought of hardware, chores and repair stays uppermost in my mind.
That being said, here are seven elements of that process.
Repair Ware:
nuts
bolts
screws
nails
washers
caulking gun
braces
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Tea Rorschach was originally uploaded to Flickr by Jennifer Hines. This piece is the subject of Poefusion Monday Mural prompt.
I find the monoprint style of the picture to be fascinating. Once upon a long ago, I attended a scry workshop and in intervening years have designed watercolor monoprints.
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rust stained pekoe prints
dribbled in the course of scry
defy Druids words
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scry defined in Wikipedia
The first prompt for One Single Impression is change.
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north swells
south land deflates
snowbirds
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empty nest
untouched dust
dreams travel
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spring's puffs
reach the forest
cedars dance
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Unconscious Mutterings states: Each week I'll post ten words to which you can respond to with the first thing that comes to mind.
My responses to this week's words:
1. Chemical :: Alli
2. Poker :: face
3. Federal :: errors
4. Mattress :: mites
5. Who am I? :: who?
6. Investigation :: backfires
7. In good hands :: not so
8. 8:30 :: oatmeal
9. Creditors :: retail
10. Resource :: water
I'm always surprised at the number of people who same-brainstorm the words. :-)
This week’s, and the twenty fourth, Writer’s Island prompt is: “Empowered”.
My response follows. There's nothing like a dance with death to empower a survivor.
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flickering lights from past
evade the sterile cocoon
black lines the silent surround
between the mid-dark of night
and pink pearl of sunrise
another day fills the niche
immediacy once removed
demise holds an empty threat
fades to the faraway horizon
doubt triggered whispers
float through the distance
ghosts breathe into shadows
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Mad Kane Prompt: Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to write a limerick or haiku (or both) about walking. My response:
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jive strings
to my ears
bare feet skip
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stop light
skip intersection
jaywalk
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knees crack
my hips complain
dog trots onward
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