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Letters of Transit
Daisy's green light
a black bird made of lead
motive for murder
or hopeless infidelity
wasting time
chasing distractions and detours
as the green light recedes
there is only
this moment
the journey
not the destination
#vss365 prompt: letters
For the first time ever, humans have seen the dark side of the moon.
Here is a link to NASA's lunar flyby gallery.
https://www.nasa.gov/gallery/lunar-flyby/
A musical accompaniment, Dark Side of the Moon by Pink Floyd.
a carp should be chopped
mixed with whitefish: gefilte
not crunchy sushi
Daily Haiku Prompts: carp, crunch
orchid losing blooms
but look closely and marvel:
new buds appearing
Daily Haiku Prompts: orchid, buds
Here's your moment of zen: A "holy" cat named Coco stands at the entrance of a church in Mexico, seemingly blessing everyone who walks in 🐱
https://bsky.app/profile/miblogestublog.bsky.social/post/3mhqbducyqk2y
four days old when we
met you and your eyes were closed:
it was puppy love
I found your puppy album
golden treasures from the past
joyful memories
your exuberance, Echo,
echoes in my heart
a peach could learn from
a nectarine: hair on fruit
ruins my enjoyment
#Daily Haiku Prompt
#fruit #hare
full moon hides behind
clouds and I wait for words
but words retreat too
Daily Haiku Prompts: Full, Moon
My life has been busy in many ways so I took a prolonged blog break.
Some were traumatic and life-changing. (Don't want to go into details.) Some meant spending time doing things I'd rather not do, but needed to do. Taxes are included in this group, and I'm still working on it. Ugh.
Enough of that...
"I'm baaaaack," as Arnie would say.
Got a writing prompt from Debbie D., "Dance."
Three delightful memories come to mind.
My mother and father never went to the Palais Royale in the forties to dance to Duke Ellington's music, despite my mother's desire to do so. This was probably because my father was a very basic dancer and couldn't keep up with my mother's jitterbugging.
(edited to add this old LJ link) https://boreal-owl.livejournal.com/127526.html
When we attended our friends' son's wedding reception I finally saw the stunning art deco locale overlooking Lake Ontario. I felt as if I were at one of Gatsby's parties. (M and I did not dance, maybe keeping up the family tradition, and for similar reasons.)
Despite his reluctance to dance, M did take disco dancing lessons with me in March 1978. During one of these lessons, it snowed unexpectedly. Unfortunately I was wearing sandals. To get back to the car, we had to climb over the snow piled on the roadside.
Much to my surprise and delight, M lifted me over the snow bank! I called him Sir Walter Raleigh. Romantic gestures and humour: an irresistible combination.
And the best example of dancing in our family is this.
https://owlsquill.blogspot.com/2012/05/echos-leash-dance-video.html
