Sunflower 🌻letter-c day 42



This beautiful sunflower was a gift from the birds that we feed. ❤️ I love her imperfections. Did you know sunflowers were chose as a symbol of peace after World War II. I wish there were more symbols of peace now instead of seeing the steady increase of gun sales.

Have you ever thought how much strength a sunflower must have to stand so tall in the scorching heat of the day and withstand the torrential downpours of Mother Nature. They’re amazing. And they feed the birds and squirrels for weeks after the summer season.

I worked in the front garden cleaning up after the landscapers pruned the shrubs. They don’t get into the beds other than to do the shrubs. So I scooped up all the trimmings off the hostas, carnations and the coneflowers. I pulled up the english ivy that was climbing up my weeping Alaskan cedar. The Enlish ivy was planted by the contractors years ago and it’s quite agressive if not pruned or pulled out in some places every month. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the heat to wipe me out.


I read diyMFA for a while, had breakfast and then curled up with Megan Abbotts’ The Fever. Come to find out it’s loosely based on the incident at a high school in Le Roy, New York. I vaguely remember seeing the story on the Today show. In Abbott’s version, things begin happening to a group of girls shortly after they had the HPV vaccination.. This was one of the red herrings in the story. Another red herring was Eli and Deenie’s parents divorce. Neither of these events contributed to what happened to the girls. I’m not going to give spoilers because this is a very interesting story that I think you’ll enjoy.


Dinner tonight was oven roasted potatoes, brussel sprouts roasted with balsamic vinegar and mustard glazed pork chops. Shoulder pain but no bad dash to the bathroom. We had toffee nut brownies for dessert.

And since we’re discussing culinary, here’s a couple more from the culinary pharmacy.

Bell peppers are anti-inflammatory as well as an anti-oxidant. Peppers are loaded with vitamins a, c, k,folic acid, and b6. and are a helpful in preventing for colon, cervical, bladder, prostrate, and pancreatic cancer. 

Black pepper is a digestion aid, and antibacterial. Black pepper stimulates our taste buds which in turn signals the stomach to get in gear producing hydrochloric acid which is necessary for digestion.

Blueberries are anti-flammatory. The ellagic acid in blueberries interferes with metabolic pathways that feed cancer.

My song choice today is Come Undone by Duran Duran. This song was on the pop charts the year my oldest son graduated high school. It was the year my family began crumbling. It seemed like more things were coming undone then not. My other son and my daughter would be soon after. I needed to get my game plan together especially knowing who I didn’t love. This song reminded me every time  it played that all the seams were frayed.

The family dynamics changed with John moving in with the girl that tore his world upside down. As a Mom, you want to stop them from making mistakes but unfortunately, they have to make the mistakes to evolve into adults. Life isn’t easy, in fact most of the time it’s so difficult one wonders why bother. But we do… one step after another…sometimes screaming, crying, cursing but we get there.

It took me  years to get to a place where I simply embrace who I am.

“When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or compete, everyone will respect you.”
― Lao Tzu

Regrettably, I feel like my life is coming undone again.



“Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone
Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune I swear I’ve heard before
Chill, is it something real
Or the magic I’m feeding off your fingers
(Can’t ever keep from falling apart
At the seams”~ Duran Duran

“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin

Inside a isolated city
lies shelters of frantic follicies
risky not reputable 
segregrated from
harmonious denizen
storms recorded
lawlessly paced
nothing  matters©


Haiku Evolution

Perfection dismissed

Seeking new aspirations

Funerals in myth©️

My two haikus today evolved…

Invited to die

Depths by determined inches

Only stagnation ©️


Invited to die

Death by determined inches

Funerals in myth ©️

Laughing Along With A Limerick



A Turtle’s Dilemma

there were two men at the local beach
one of them made up his mind to screech
the other hung his head
there’s nothing to be said
when fools flock together for a speech

a little morning humor 🙂 with the prompt screech.

Limericks have a rhyme scheme of aabba and syllable structure of 99669.

I didn’t like the repetition of beach at the end Esther so I changed it to speech after I posted it on your page. Thank you for the morning smile.


Happy Monday! It’s limerick time! Send in your own or here’s a prompt for you –


Here are a few limericks to make you smile this Monday. The prompt was FOOL:

Keith Channing:

I felt like I needed to cool

So went for a dip in the pool

Like a bird I did fly

But the pool was bone dry

Small wonder I felt like a fool.

Christine Mallaband-brown:

I eat at the ritz as a rule.

The food really makes me drool!

From canapés to icecream

Their chefs are a top team

Especially the great gooseberry fool!

John Reynolds:

There was a young man from Chad

Who at times, was a bit of a lad.

He stole a red car,

and a one-string guitar

Then, chased down the road, by his dad.


A young man from Liverpool

Thought he looked rather cool

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Bloom or Fail

Bloom or Fail

the lonely pink roses left to decay
abandoned like the lovers of life
twas their last brilliant performance
a lifeblood of wisdom that only lingers
in peaceful  circles of garden fame until
denied by the next profuse array.
Their demise demands another bloom
but in a moment of inspiration
or maybe sheer desperation
the roses defiantly gathered their petals
for an encore to remember defying
the honeysuckles rise to glory

Letter-c Day 30


Can there be such a thing as too much sky? Maybe the joke really is on me, only ominous dark clouds hover. Where are the blue skies and white billowy marshmallow clouds? The ones as a child you imagined were different animal shapes with your friends lying on a blanket with not a care in the world. Or at least not something that you will say out loud because it will change the dynamics of the moment.

As an adult, those days feel like centuries ago. Who has time to idly lie, looking up at a sky that never really gave me comfort like it did my friends. I wonder if they see the dark clouds too, or is this a warning just for me because I stopped believing in humanity. There’s a revolution in the air beckoning me.

It’s too late to change my mind. I hear the crow cawing in the distance. 

This is another snippet of the vignettes I’m writing. Yes, Tulsa is on my mind and the sheer ignorance occurring. Think about it, to schedule the event right after June 19th, a date used to commemorate the delayed emancipation of American slaves, and to pick a location seven blocks from the site of the infamous 1921 race massacre in Tulsa, Okla., when white rioters, helped by Tulsa police and the Oklahoma National Guard to loot and burn 1,200 black businesses and homes and killing 300 people.  Was the intent to deepen the racial issues? I believe it is.

The Bee Gees song came to mind this morning I started a joke when I thought about our leadership. If only people would see the joke is on them, too!


I finished Dare Me by Megan Abbott. Yup, I’ve read two of her books this week. I’ll be sending them on to my granddaughter, Caitlyn. I think she’ll enjoy them because both books address issues teenage girls face as they evolve to adults, the mean girls look mild. I wouldn’t recommend the book myself but a writing friend did. It wasn’t the topic or story line but how the author used meandering and spirals in the relationships to move the story was what my friend wanted me to see in practice. That was interesting but the overall story wasn’t my cup of tea.

I tossed some mushrooms into a pan last night with garlic and olive oil letting the flavors merge before adding spinach, kale, and beet greens and grape tomatoes to the mix. I added fresh basil, oregano, zucchini spirals and then covered the pan with the heat off while the wheat spaghetti finished cooking. I added the pasta and mixed to blend the flavors and served it with salmon that had been grilled with fresh pesto I had made earlier.  Dinner tasted awesome until the reflux and pain began.

My basil, kale and beet greens are growing so well in spite of the hot and humid weather. We’ve had brief thunderstorms but no substantial rain so I’ve been watering daily. Today, is another one of those days brief showers that only tease the plants but don’t nurture them.

I’m working on another poem today. I was sitting on the deck with my coffee looking at the spent blooms of my rose bushes.

the lonely roses were left to decay
abandoned like the lovers of life
twas their last brilliant performance
a lifeblood that only lingers

in  circles of garden fame until
denied by another profuse array.
Their demise demands another to bloom
but in a moment of inspiration

or maybe sheer desperation

the roses defiantly gathered it petals
for an encore to remember. ©

Letter-c Day 29

Stairway to Heaven
There’s a lady who’s sure
All that glitters is gold
And she’s buying a stairway to Heaven
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Oh oh oh oh and she’s buying a stairway to Heaven
There’s a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook
There’s a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
There’s a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who standing looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it’s whispered that soon, If we all…
All of us are guilty for wanting to know what lies ahead after we pass. Are there green meadows or is everything white and pure or is it shiny and sparkly like some of the churches I’ve been inside. (The amount of money spent on the decor, could easily feed thousands of homeless people, but that’s another rant for another day.)
When I look at the picture on the video I think of all the steps I’ve taken over the years, some were really easy and others took effort.
In my younger years when I worked during the summer for Northern Outdoors, there were steps going down to the Kennebec River at the halfway point for the white water rafters. The drivers delivered the food to the designated pick up spot on the river which was at the base of those rail road tie steps. Going down wasn’t too bad but having to go up and down them several times to deliver the food used to exhaust me initially. At summer’s end, the stairs weren’t challenging at all. I did it.
I remember going up the stairs in Philly trying to imitate Rocky with my granddaughters, I got my ass kicked. I had to pause and catch my breath every few steps. Gramma doesn’t give up. I hope they always remember that.
Yesterday, frustration got the better of me and I indulged with a favorite drink of mine. The mojito didn’t hurt anymore than if I had drank a cup of coffee or tea. But it fulfilled the quest of breaking doctor’s orders when it has less impact than later on. I enjoyed the drink, especially the fresh mint from the garden. I don’t know if you’ve had a mojito but for me as I drink it I loved chewing on the mint too. Nothing worse than going to a bar and there’s only one piece of mint… grrrrrr. I felt sated with one and didn’t want another. Sometimes, you just have to satisfy the urge, so the focus goes away.
Carston and Jordi helped me get my grandson’s poem to the place I needed. Both of these men love writing poetry like me. The brevity of words is more powerful when making a statement. Char sent me a poetry submission link, I’m sharing it with both as well as submitting Johnny’s poem and a couple more of mine that I wrote trying to process my grief.
I fear almost night
Defiant skies of crimson
Bloodied into streams
Of unconscious truth-seeking
justifiable remorse
antics of a boy
invincible illusions
echo silently
reverberations define
manufactured martyrdom
no creatures devour
human centered ignorance
the stench is all ours
Words boldly impressed
Scribbles upon broken soul
An author’s remorse