This has been hanging out in my drafts since, well, forever! I had trouble finding the original challenge since Crispina posted it last December… and I took my picture a few months ago, thinking, I seem to remember there being a puddle reflection back sometime ago. I was right and here is the result. Good thing Crisp insists there is no time limit 😉
There are those whose reflections are pristine:
perfection personified, not a flaw to be found.
Are they true?
Does the pretty exterior hide an ugly interior?
One should not be so quick to judge:
not the too pretty, nor the too plain
for neither may be truthful
The imperfect reflection
may actually hide
the real and honest beauty
When we stop judging the exterior
and take the time to learn what hides beneath,
both the pretty and the plain
can shine with their own version of beautiful
As many of you know, when I do decide to participate in Crispina’s challenge, I like to find a matching photo. I can’t say that I’ve ever taken a picture of wind turbines, however, I was immediately reminded of a picture I once took in similar conditions. Always fun to get that muse going, isn’t it?
In a barren field, I look to my left
there is nothing
save for three mechanical trees
their metallic branches turning,
harnessing the wind
Will more be planted?
In a barren field, I look to my right
there is nothing
save for one tree, its branches
stretching up, reaching
playing with the wind
Will this one be replaced?
On Monday, for dVerse, it was Quadrille Monday (44 words, max), hosted by De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo. We had to use the word “groove” or a version of it. I’m way late to the party but on this morning’s walk to work, I encountered this lady and I suddenly felt like participating. And like my title says, groovy is as groovy does 😉
I cannot help but think of Iris Apfel who, at 100 years of age, has said (Choosing just one was difficult; the proof being that I changed quotes three times!):
“When the fun goes out of dressing, you might as well be dead. You need to pursue your own fancy.”
Both of us on an exercise mission,
cross each other’s paths.
My hello returned with a smile
mismatched olive hat,
and orange scarf,
with wide-legged grey shorts,
black knee-high socks
joining turquoise running shoes
“I’m groovy coz I say so!”
Good Thursday my peeps! I feel like have not participated in a CCC in way too long. Which really, has not been that long as it was less than a month ago. I can’t seem to get a handle on the time, lately. Anyhoo, I had plans, big plans for CCC #143 and then did diddly-squat. So this week, how perfect that Crispina chose a photo that I could not only matchy-matchy with but which I could put together with the previous week’s and again matchy-matchy! It takes so little to please me… And I am way short of the max of 150 words so I shouldn’t get in trouble.
What Lies Beyond?
What lies beyond this fence of grass?
Is it safe; can we see?
We cannot help but ask
To the left, lies the golden sea
After which you will find
A town, or rather a piggery
And to the right, don’t be surprised
Are two tall structures
Not meant for our kind
But straight ahead, do not be shy
Chances are, when all is calm
There will be ones like you and I
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. I so wanted to use the more obscure definition of thwart but was thwarted by my lack of ability to find a way suitable to say what I wanted to say… another day, perhaps.
Not to be Thwarted by Gadgets
A challenge issued from me to me for the year
(started on January 3rd, so’s not to hex myself)
Ten thousand steps per day
Marvellously on track more than seven months in.
My Fitbit however, decided to thwart me and falter before the end
What to do?
Get a different brand – counts steps, not movements
Keeps me on the honest path
Started at the same time… hmmm.. Koretrak 237 steps behind Fitbit. The gap grew exponentially as the day went on! No free steps given here.
Monday was Haibun Monday over at dVerse. This morning I was feeling the joys of August. This afternoon’s sun was intense. This evening, the crickets are louder than ever. As far as summer months go, this one is pretty much my favourite. So, why not write a little ode to it?
The sun is still up before I am, for now, just not quite as high as it was one month ago. This morning’s run is in slightly cooler temps. The light feels softer, the sun’s rays longer. As the sun rises, so do the heat and humidity, reminding me of those dog days of summer that I cherish, knowing that it’s a question of time before autumn comes in and paints the trees in golds, oranges and reds and when the “fond de l’air” gets chilled. But for now, August reigns supreme.
The butterflies and bees flitter and buzz about with wild abandon and the bunnies keep me company, sometimes hopping alongside me, most times doing an about-face and leaving me with a vision of a white little puff ball bouncing away.
The darkness comes earlier and the crickets seem to be holding a cacophonous sing off. Which choir is pitch perfect?
August is a rush
Everything is more intense
Last blast of summer
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Thank you, Sammi!
It can be found
in a tropical paradise
a cabin in the woods
even, within the walls of your home
We each have our own vision of where to find it
Is within the circle of your arms
De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo hosted dVerse Quadrille yesterday. Took me some finagling to get my 44 words to where I was willing to share them. I shoulda chosen another subject because now my memories have come flooding in and this limitation is causing me grief!
Petite Rivière Rouge
where childhood memories were made
Pépère¹ bulldozed river rocks;
a sandy cove to protect our feet
When not being fished,
crapet-soleil² nibbled our toes
Rocks have since rolled back
and the river seems more
like a stream to our adult eyes
¹Pépère means “Gramps”
²Crapet-soleil is a fish, that, I just learned, is called Pumpkinseed fish – we are never too old to learn 🙂
A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Thank you, Sammi, for hosting!
Time for a walk, I’m short on steps
Outside my door, one tiny phlox,
a vivid purple, demands my attention
It succeeds. I photograph it and turn
right into the rain I hadn’t noticed
Big, fat drops bounce off the hot pavement
delighting my nose
God, I love that scent!
I breathe deep and keep walking
Turning the corner, a bright white cloud
Can white be vivid?
it is so bright
over there, while
I jump over puddles, laughing
all the way home
I haven’t participated in a Crimson’s Creative Challenge in eons. I saw this image yesterday and had a great idea and a “matchy-matchy” photo. But then, this morning, I read David Kanigan’s post and it just fit with the image so I decided to totally steal from him, and then had to use another photo. After all, Crispina says anything goes: answering photo, caption, quote… so, quote it is! Thank you, David 😉
But then, this is not really my thing. While I feel this was a nice way to respond to the challenge, I still felt I should write a little something of my own, so my two cents’ worth, inspired by Merwin’s poem and yet another image, is after;)
If we are separated I will
try to wait for you
on your side of things
your side of the wall and the water
and of the light moving at its own speed
even on leaves that we have seen
I will wait on one side
while a side is there
— W.S. Merwin, “Travelling Together” from The Rain in the Trees
While we are separated, I will
think of you
from my side of things
I will walk the dappled paths
that meander along the water
knowing that time and light will do their thing
until the day we can
hand in hand
play with the shadows
trying to hold time still