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Here are some pictures that just tugged at me to create while walking through my entry.  They are twelve-inch natural stone tiles.   I never noticed the (featured photo) before, but once the face popped out at me…at least three faces in fact…I knew they were perfect for Cee’s Odd Ball Photo challenge.     The eye just seems to adjust for the scene.

These shots remind me of mountain and desert terrain, the color scheme of the Southwest.      What wonders do YOU see here, boys and girls?   I’d love to hear….

(all photos © Sometimes, 2017)

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Promise in a Poem (Cee’s Odd Ball Challenge entry)

 

I am unique among my peers
having arisen from the Winter
more or less intact… if a bit bedraggled.
One might say the word—disarray?
to describe broken remnants
and staring, bleary rimless eyes
askew and discolored
arrangement of my limbs and leaves,
disheveled scraps of nascent green
tones, silky serrated edges of hemline.
Better days have been….and will be again
and my modest Winter garments
will have fallen to the ground.
Please don’t judge me—for who among us
can preserve the beauty and newness of Summer
beyond the ravages of rain and snow
and Cold from the relentless winds?
You are invited to return in half a year hence,
and feast upon my resurrected beauty
as new green foliage  and velvety petals
of red and white roses prevail.

© Sometimes, 2017

Cee’s Odd Ball Photo Challenge: January 22, 2017

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swan song, Wordle # 124, MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie

Here’s a scrap of rhyme from one of my notebooks, Wordle #124, from last October’s prompt in MindLoveMisery’s post.    I would apologize for the delay, but here it is anyway….better late than never.

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/10/10/wordle-124-october-10th-2016

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A grey Cygnet has lost its Mum
adrift on a branch of fennel.
A tad of soft nectar escaped from a bloom
inexplicably left by a passing Sparrow…
serves well as emergency forage
against hunger pangs, until Mama’s return
to bandage the Cygnet’s distress.
The sunlight reflects beams of light
which belie the clarity of vitrified matter
embodied in clear bubbles of resin.

© Sometimes, 2017

 

Fading Eyes… a Haiku for Rodovan’s challenge

Here is a Haiku I wrote for the Rodovan Writes weekly Haiku poetry prompt challenge.   The prompt for the week is the words– Fade, and Eye.

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 when eyesight fades, like memories

when my eye sight fades
memory banks are ready
to enter mind’s eye

(Sometimes, 2017)

https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2017/02/13/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-136-eyefade/

among other things: a new blog

among other things

No I really don’t need another blog.   I am happy with SOMETIMES, which is a conglomerate of  photos, poems, eclectic ramblings…and contributions from other bloggers who have consented to allow their posts to be re-blogged here.

I admit that the temptation to tinker with WordPress blogs is almost over-whelming, always searching for the perfect blog.   I invest each year in a Premium site, which means choosing great colors and various innovations that make a blog…well, unique…in the intended use of the word to mean “one-of-a-kind”—not “unusual,” or (god-forbid) “amazing!.”    Sorry, I am not trying to be the grammar/vocabulary/Nazi….it’s just that I hate the misuse of perfectly good, precise words.

This new blog, which I am naming “AMONG OTHER THINGS,” is not a Premium blog, although if I find myself using it frequently I will upgrade.   Just choosing the colors alone is worth the cost.

Also just last week bought…

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Entities, a dark tale of “what if?” for MindLoveMisery’s Tale Weaver #105

 

[Here is my entry for MindLoveMisery’s Tale Weaver #105, The Dark Side
The challenge is to write a horror tale, something dark and scary (if possible…asking for “scary” is like asking for “humor.”)  I usually don’t write this kind of thing, but here goes….]

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/02/02/tale-weaver-105-the-dark-side-02-02-17/

Some call them “entities,”
the mysterious forms that appear
out of the dark identities
that linger beyond their time to disappear.

Would they remain if the light fails
when the switch malfunctions
or a passing cloud the bright moon pales
or if we freeze before we give in to compunctions?

Or if our night visitors are figments of imagination,
as we reassure our waking senses,
would the benefit of a new orientation—
like turning our backs to them—compense?

Just  think, how a chilly shiver might give us pause…
if Mr. Poe’s “tapping,” instead of just a black bird,
had been in fact a creature’s pecking claws,
an unspeakable thing from a mired pit, so untoward.

So what if the cloudy caricature figure (our entity,)
solemnly menacing from the dark places beside our bed
would not fade into nothingness at flash of first light…
but take form of the night terror within our head?

© Sometimes, 2017

Scapegrace…MMLM Wordle 137

(Day 16, 2017)

Rogue Mayor

ever the scapegrace (his position aside)
given no quarter of tolerance
for sudden nicotine cravings…
mealy-mouthed and queasy from years
of parapraxis and gelatinous back-bone…
he longed for a fusion of wit and wisdom
to complement his vast popularity.
Then at last came the day that a spark
took flare and he enacted a non-smoking law
of dubious but far-reaching value.

© Sometimes, 2017

 

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https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/01/09/wordle-137-january-9th-2016/

 

a walk in the park… a wordle poem

As we walk along the darkened trail
pine needles crunch beneath our boots
giving pungent aroma into the night.
Lanterns glow beyond curtained mist
we laugh as  an owl a “good evening” hoots.

We take the trail to the river edge
where trim gardens hide their colors
as they gather rest for tomorrow’s sunlight.
The moon parts clouds to reveal the bridge,
silhouetted demurely against midnight sky.

The horn of a passing ship on a mystery trip
captures our fancy as we breezily speculate
on excursions we still might have taken—
these are the things…  a sigh, a kiss…
form memories that linger in clear view forever.

© Sometimes, 2017

 

As all two of you know, I LOVE Wordles!     Wordles is a feature of MindLoveMisery, and I enjoy doing them.  I search for them on the MLM site, and write the word list in my working notebook, and work on them when I have a chance.   Sometimes it is an extra challenge to make a story or poem using all of the twelve words given.

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Wordle #269, originally published on Sunday Whirl, hosted by Brenda Warren  https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2016/10/09/wordle-269/

https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2016/10/09/photo-challenge-133-and-wordle-269/

 

 

 

Preservation Pays: *Wordle#128 MLM

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With a mysterious scapular fetish
caught in a maze-like web,
a necroscope’s lover lingers…
his  mistress an ingénue:
a beautiful vandal
in scarlet sandals
regretting a soupçon of elephant’s tusk,
something irreplaceable,
to constitute a nod to preservation.

© Sometimes, 2016

Wordles are a favorite exercise.    I enjoy the challenge of attacking a list of a dozen random words in a given list, and creating a work of writing.    So this is my entry for WORDLE #128, originally published by MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie.    https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/11/07/wordle-128-november-7th-2016/

 

Echo of Chardonnay WORDLE Special Edition “SOUND”

Sound Wordle

Sounds remain in memory banks to fill a silent void.
As the blind hear what they cannot see,
the Deafened have memories of sounds
in silence echo sonorous nocturnal interludes…
a rustle of taffeta nearby…
the gurgle of the newly uncorked vessel,
with its cheery “pop!” of releasing Chardonnay.

Somewhere a whistle escapes a kettle’s steam
with a strident “woosh!” a steam engine slows.
The crackle of a welcoming  fire,  a heat current conveys
with soft vibrations, the percussive beat of distant drums;
the buzz of a harmless insect seeking aimlessly,
bare tree branches scratching at a window pane…
a thready sigh escapes a whisper of Death.

©Sometimes,2016

 

To Die in Satin…

This is a Wordle for Special Edition “Touch” MindLoveMisery’sMenagerie, August 29, 2016 Challenge.   https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/08/29/wordle-special-addition-touch-august-29th-2016/#respond

This is not my usual fare, but here is the short vignette that I wrote using many, if not all, of the Wordle words given for the challenge.

to die in Satin…

Feverish now, thrashing among sodden sheets
grown bristly and coarse, soaked with salty tears
in a tangible horror of torturous linen…
no smoothing touch of pumice could relieve,
to sharply barbed cloth…once satiny to the touch…

The dying man’s angular body wracked with agony,
viscous sweat turning waxy his once swarthy skin
as rigidity overcame and replaced malleability.
“Oh!  Let me die!” he entreated those who
could do nothng else.

©Sometimes, 2016

AMAZING ODD-BALLS

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A Maine-Coon.   He is huge but his Vet says he is “not obese.”    She predicted his size when she first met him when he was a scrawny little thing I rescued from the barn.  Referring to my other cats, the Vet said “they might want to be nice to him, because he’s going to be a big boy!”     He is now in his fifteenth year.

Soul Song…a Shadorma

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long ago
a secret yearning,
hidden song
remembers,
returns like a bell ringing
echoes in the night.

thoughts of old passion
unique to us two
thriving there
as treasure…
kept in corners of my soul
waiting forever.

©Sometimes, 2016

My poem above, a Shadorma (six-line stanzas, 3,5,3,3,7,5 syllables.)    My original poem is inspired by the poet in today’s Mind Misery Menagerie’s excersise based on a poem by  Julia Spicher Kasdorf.   https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/08/20/bps-shadorma-and-beyond-august-20-2016/#respond

 

 

 

Warm Quilt. Wordle #257, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie prompt

 

https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2016/08/03/wordle-257/

 

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Gentle shock of sudden wit
masks the outraged frown
that spice and twinkle belie

Clear choice—laugh or weep
warm quilt of song-bird design
feathered patterns lift doldrums

©Sometimes, 2016

HOME…Haiku Challenge

Here’s a fun challenge that I am participating in, and inviting a blogger to make the next link in a chain that will eventually have 21 links.      I am inviting Carol Campbell, of writersdream9.wordpress.com  NOT because I like her more than the rest of you guys, but because she is the first poet I thought of that might play along.

The poem is shaping up very nicely…the theme HOME.   Following is the first five stanzas (Haikus all) and.  Mine is first in my post, (and last) because that’s the way the others did it, and it works for me.

I am including Spiritualdragonfly’s post… which FYI I tried to re-blog, but lost… following my own contribution.   The other entrants are listed in order, and I hope Carol will join up.

Gradmama’s Haiku:

within my heart
there exist no boundaries
and no exclusions

Sometimes, 2016

 

HOME…..Haiku Challenge

 

                                    
Home is a feeling

Of comfort and belonging

I found it within…              

Safar over at Blisters, Bunions & Blarney came up with a Haiku Challenge. The baton is being passed down the line – from Calen to Jane and now to Raili…..Raili has so kindly passed the baton to me……Id like to invite Gradmama2011 to join in. I hope you do!!! 😊

The way it works is:

Person 1 (Safar)

1. Create a haiku – no constraints

2. Pick a person to create the next link in the chain.

3. Person 2 (Calensariel)

Person 2 (Calensariel)

1. Create a haiku with one constraint

2. The first word of the haiku you create is the last word of the previous haiku

3. Pick a person to create the next link in the chain

Persons 3-20

1. Repeat the instructions for Person 2

Person 21 (that’ll be the last person in the chain)

1. Create a haiku with two constraints

2. The first word of the haiku you create is the last word of the previous haiku.

3. The last word of the haiku you create is first word of the first haiku in the chain.

And so the circle is closed.

A couple of ‘rules’ so that we get to keep track of the links in the chain:

When you participate, you agree that others are able to share your haiku, using the credits and the link back to the post that you provide.

Post all previous haiku on your blog, including all the credits and links provided. Add your haiku to the chain.

Credit yourself, and include a link back to your post. You might need to edit your post and add the link in retrospect.

Create a link back to this post.

Have fun!!

OH! And if you’d like to join in, please leave a note in the comments!

So shall we see how far we can get??? Here we go!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mountain of paper noodles,

earthworm fodder to

keep mycelium

(Safar Fiertze…Blisters Bunions and Blarney)

running down life’s path

many trails beckon my heart;

which one leads to me

(Calen….Impromptu Promptlings)

me and the old oak

communicate silently

at one with the earth

(Jane…Making It Right)

earth a pearl of blue

hidden in the shell of space

the pearl is my home

 (Raili…Souls Gifts)

home is a feeling

of comfort and belonging

I found it within

(Linda…Spiritual Dragonfly)

within my heart
there exists no boundaries
and no exclusions

(Gradmama…Sometimes)

………..

continue…