Tired clapboard siding
Weary brick and mortar
Love, a home sustains
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Makes a house a home
Category Archives: Poetry
Walking shoes
Many miles to go
Adventures rescheduled, seems
I’ve mislaid my shoes
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Hi, pretty lady…
SNAKE WARNING!
Paradise downfall
Temptation woman’s ruin
Serpent fears linger
I’m beginning to believe that I am a snake magnet. Seems I can’t take a simple hike, or rake leaves without uncovering a slithering reptile. I’m not afraid of snakes. I find them fascinating, and have a keen respect for them. Doesn’t keep me from uttering a few scatological terms when finding one curled up in a pile of lawn debris. While on a photo hike a few years ago, I happened upon a cottonmouth… I ALMOST stepped on it. Lucky for me, it was a cool day in November, and the snake was moving very slowly.
When I posted a snap of the brown striped one I uncovered this week, the vehement fear some of my online friends felt toward snakes, particularly the women, surprised me. Probably shouldn’t have.
It made me ponder – as I am wont to do – was this phobia some lingering result of the fall in Paradise. If you give credence to the tale of Adam and Eve, and their temptation in Eden, could the residual fear that women have of snakes be leftover guilt. That we are afraid of falling to temptation again, of falling victim to a sideways talking deceiver, so stay as far away from such a creature as we can.
What does that say about women like me, who aren’t afraid? Whose curiosity brings us to the brink of danger? Are we immune to sweet talk? Or are we flirting with our immortality?
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Raining petals
Beautiful flowers
Red, my favorite
Daisy petals too tempting
Not to pluck
A fortune to tell,
A future to ponder
Each crimson blade
Aimed at my soul
Cupid’s true arrow
Or love’s cruel dagger
One by one, bringing
Hope or despair
Joy or misery
Ecstasy or pain
The outcome a mystery
Once begun
Cannot be interrupted
Once decided
Cannot be undone
The arrows cannot be returned
To Cupid’s quiver
The daggers cannot be withdrawn
From my heart
They cannot be recounted
What is done, is done
The fates have chosen
This won’t be pretty
He loves me not
Heartless bastage!
The 100 Word Challenge is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is ‘Pretty’
Horizons
Fine white sand, boundless
Stretching to the sea, yearning
Blue unknown, hopeful
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Forgotten bayou
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Embossed: an optical illusion
Coming or going
Optical illusion, blink
A trick of the eye
Optical illusion, blink
A trick of the eye
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*Photo venue: Henderson Beach State Park, Destin, FL. When I photographed this single foot print in the sand, I thought it was interesting simply because it was pristine, and undisturbed. While downloading it, I noticed an odd effect. Depending on how I looked at it, the print would ‘change’ and instead of being a concave image, it would appear convex. Once I saw it as an embossed image, it was very difficult to get my eyes to adjust back to seeing it as it was. I had created an optical illusion. Can you see the image both ways? Do you see it as an ‘inny’ or ‘outie’?
