For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
blossoms
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
The color on this maple pops and is not retouched at all!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day.
I was looking at the rock in the center when I took this. But now in the photograph, it’s the circle around the rock that interests me. An interesting metaphor: what are we missing when we focus on one thing or one person? All the surroundings?
Dreaming of the Sun
whose warm rays surround her
and caress her
daily
she orbits him
and he pours his love on her
steady
constant
joyous
occasionally he flares up
and that might hurt
some of the small cells
on her surface
but she sheds
dead cells
they are reabsorbed
and she basks
in his warmth
with joy
ecstatic
orbit
she is alive
turning
whirling
so her small children
are not overcooked
like mercury
are not frozen
like uranus
mars is a rival
but the seas are dead
at least
her small children
think so
and venus
swelters
and is clouded
all the time
toxic
she turns
dancing
full of joy
in his steady light
___________________
written January 8, 2022
Can you feel safe while being in motion?
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: glum.
I walked in the woods yesterday and it lifts me. I couldn’t be glum there. It was so beautiful.
We are fishing and playing a little and then we hear something. I stick my head up. Dad does too, and my sisters. What is it? It is making noises! There, on the beach. Something roaring in two tones!
There are two. The smaller one is doing most of the roaring. It is weird. Two tones, a low growly one and a higher one that sings.
It is creepy, that smaller one. I think it sees us. It has a mechanical eye. Dad says, “Dive.” We talk under water. Maybe it is trying to steal our souls or lure us to death on the beach.
We do have to come up for air though. Now they both roar. Dad barks: “STOP” and what do the horrors do? They try to imitate him! Are they making fun of him?
Now the smaller one is just making high song noises. Sort of like a creepy bird. It keeps going back to the double growl, though.
Dad says, “Come on.” We dive and head the other way along the beach. The appartitions are picking up things from the beach. I am very glad they didn’t get us. This time.


For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: apparition.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crow.
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