For Wordless Wednesday.
kinetic mermaid
For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: burble.
She walks the beach, strong and durable.
Her mother’s voice and the ocean merge, burble.
Is my daughter strong and durable or is it the beach? What do you think? She turned 21 this week.
For Wordless Wednesday.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crepuscule.
Honestly, my brain wants to mix it up with corpuscle. The poet part of my brain wants to play with both words and is thinking about creepy twilight stories more appropriate to next month. With characters wearing crepe, creeping around, carping about corpses. This is sounding more and more like a Charles Addams cartoon.
I did not take this photograph. My son Trey did. This is Rocket, one of his pet rats. Apparently my son had to lie in wait for just the right moment, when Rocket was resting.
Yes, some days feel like this. Lying there, eyes open, hands empty, feet limp, head on a brick…. some days feel like a cage… some days I need a brick….
For Wordless Wednesday.
I am thinking of the songs that comfort me in grief.
And thinking about the stages of grief. Five, right? Denial, Bargaining, Anger, Grief and Acceptance. My sister said, “They left out Revenge and Acting Out. ” She died of cancer in 2012 at age 49. Six days after her birthday and the day after mine.
Anger songs for grief. But denial is first, right? Not necessarily. These are not stages you move through in a certain order. This is more like a spiral, where you go from one to the next and back to the start, from day to day or even hour to hour.
I’ve already written about My Name is Samuel Hall. That is an angry song, unrepentant, that my sister wanted the last time that I visited her. I knew that she was furious about dying and leaving her husband and daughter. And me and her friends.
My mother sang:
“Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I think I’ll go eat worms. Big fat slimy ones, little tiny wiggly ones, see them wiggle and squirm. Bite their heads off, suck their guts out, throw the skins away. I don’t see how anyone can live on three meals of worms a day… without dessert….”
She also taught us this:
“I don’t want to play in your back yard
I don’t like you any more
You’ll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down my cellar door”
My parents had songs for every mood I can imagine. There were moods they would not speak about but they sang them.
My favorite angry groups are The Devil Makes Three, Hank Williams III, The Offspring, and Sweet Honey in the Rock.
Sweet Honey in the Rock? Yes. They sing about death a lot. This song is not about death: it’s about a “bad” woman, wanted dead or alive. But listen to the song: they are singing about a real event and a woman who fought back against a rape. On the thirty year album of Sweet Honey in the Rock, the group says that their first “hit” was this song, played by news stations. “It was a hint that we were not going to be top 40.” The song is Joanne Little.
So here are three songs by the others:
The Offspring: Why don’t you get a job?
The Devil Makes Three: All Hail
Hank Williams III: My Drinking Problem
And how do families show anger? They fight. They fight with each other. They fight about how someone should die, what should be done about mom, whether dad can live alone any more, about the right way to grieve. They fight about small things or big things and they even sue each other. Before you wade into the fray, step back. Remember, families grieving are always a little bit insane, very stressed and it’s all grief.
Hank Williams III: Country heroes
Blessings on the people I know in hospice right now and on their families and loved ones. Third one today. Sending love.
For Mindlovesmisery’s Saturday Mix: double take.
he’s lain in the lane
on the hill, he’s a heel
waking drunk, he’ll wonder
has he the will to heal?
A day late, but my theme remains happy things.
Oh, for yesterday the happy things are keen kindly kites and alphabet poems. The kites are from my own alphabet poem alphabeasts. I was thinking of the birds when I wrote it. I have not seen a kite yet. The brant above flying are caught by my cell phone, after my big camera ran out of batteries. They all spooked and leapt into the air. We did not figure out what spooked them.
I love other alphabet poems. Dr. Suess’s ABC, the wonderful creepy Edward Gorey poems, I have my childhood copy of Tasha Tudor’s A is for Annebelle, grandmother’s doll. Edward Lear’s alphabet poems and peculiar drawings always fascinate me. The children’s illustrated alphabets are beloved as well: Graeham Base’s endlessly detailed paintings for Animalia. We could make up whole stories about them! Max Grover’s deliciously strange The Accidental Zucchini with wonderful bright color paintings. What is your favorite?

For the Daily Prompt: undulate.
What a wonderful word! My thoughts go naughty… but no, this is mostly G rated, so I am reposting my poem with that word:
ambulating antelopes
bellies bearing beer
carrying cantelopes
deride damp deer
elegant elephants
feeling fitly fat
give generous gifts
handing hippos hats
ignorant iguanas
jealously jeer
keen kindly kites
lilting laughing leers
many merry meerkats
nearly never notice
one old orangutanβs
pompous pronouncements
querulous quail
reject reports regarding
shimmering snow snakes
tearing through tunnels
undulating ungulates
veer vivaciously
wondering why whales
xerox xylophones
yellow yaks yell
zip zap zoo!
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