“Circus Ponies in Charcoal,” by blaisedrew62 ponies pathoselection day descends upon usspirit continues of Halloweencandidates rev and mock uspandering to dreams with liesflimsy carry-through on promisebeholden to their special interestsseeking shred of salving solacecrumbs of beneficence to gleanfrom shamprance of ponies’ pathos This is a quadrille, but also a Magic 9 form poem that Grace…
Month: October 2024
POPO2024 Day 58
I learned from Big Rich and Joshat Ohio Fish Rescue that there’s a fixfor bully fish in their many varied tanks.They relocate the bully to a tankwith much bigger fish. I wonderif it would work for humans? It seems as if I already wrote about this but my memory isn’t positive?
POPO2024 Day 57
Lost my sense of smell awhile ago.My extremities are going numb.My hearing could use an aid,and yes, so could my vision.Taste remains intact; I lean to fat.As most senses shrink, 6th expands.I’m becoming an insightful lump.Once the shell fades to naught,does my twinkle of consciousnesszoom away to play as stardust?
POPO2024 Day 56
Mowing back field perimeter stylegrass shoots outward from itmaking ever-shrinking corralfor field ecosystems that holdzillions of small prey insects andlarger predators. I saw a set of toad nesting dolls, a quarter-sized black spider,and a finger-sized praying mantis.Squadrons of dragonfly usuallyescort and hunt flurried escapees,but as of yet today not a one. I wondered if the…
FFF 51 — pumpkin art at fmg and JP Hoe
These pics were taken on 10/8 but I wanted to save the pumpkins (jack-o-lanterns) for closer to Halloween. Also including pics of some of the fall decorations with mums. I recently bought 2 albums (one LP and one CD) of JP Hoe Music, “Hideaway” and “Mannequin.” Have only listened to each one once. My initial…
POPO2024 Day 55
When the temp is just rightand the breeze blows aroundand through; when cosmos dance,peppers, tomatoes, and applesredden with yellowing pearsunder softening lumens of light,summer rests easy once againafter a long, good hard shine.
dVerse — OLN 372 — Yellow Bird
“All Yellow (Morgan Hill)” by Teresa Dunn Yellow BirdI remember when you told me,“You’ll never amount to nothin’,just like your ma, too damned mouthy.”At ten, I cried; believed you then.High school, when they said I had skills,I remember when you told me,“It don’t matter, school ain’t the streets.”Yet I wouldn’t put my brush down.College girl…
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