DRAGONFLIES

IMG_7323 creek

DRAGONFLIES

leggy dragonflies
nibbles on human stingers
welcome guest at creek

PR

9/10/2014

I had to do a little research on dragon flies. They eat mosquitoes, flies, bees, ants, wasps and butterflies. And of course something else eats them..life cycle!

http://chevrefeuillescarpediem.blogspot.com/2014/09/carpe-diem-558-dragonflies.html

Challenge – Most Influential “Writing Moment”

Challenge – Most Influential “Writing Moment”

— April 17, 2014 by Opinionated Man

Do you have a moment that you consider the most influential on your writing? If so care to share? If you write a post and send me the link I will reblog.

sunset from pier gulls

photo taken off the pier in the neighborhood

 

MOST INFLUENTIAL WRITING MOMENT

I don’t particularly remember a moment of influence like a teacher saying ‘great job you could be a writer’ or anything like that.   All I remember was that for me, writing didn’t come with furrowed brows and beads of sweat like it did for my counterparts.

In school, essay questions were my forte. Where others panicked on the lack of multiple choice questions, I saw it as an opportunity to hover, circle and land in the spot I needed to be to answer the question. I was biding time till the light-bulb flicked on. There was some appreciation for that from the teacher it showed her I could think. Of course, I didn’t think of it that way at the time.

As I came into young adulthood writing my thoughts down kept me out of jail. As I would read it back it became the ‘slap in the face’, ‘the wake up’ and ‘ the are you crazy’ I needed to just walk away and not do something stupid. Now that would be a most influential writing moment, right? That’s what I mean about writing around it till it comes! Unfortunately, I never kept any of those written words. Recently I have been writing poetry and have been finding that some of that stuff was just writing itself. Writing is fun as well as therapeutic and it’s cheaper than a therapist. And now that I am done with school, it feels like a luxury.

 

PR

 

2/17/2014

http://aopinionatedman.com/2014/04/17/weekend-reader-writing-all-bloggers-welcome/

 

RABBIT HOLE

 Outdoor entrance to a rabbit burrow

Photo credit: Wikipedia

RABBIT HOLE

The band-aid on her finger had a red light
to it.

This she examined by wiggling it up and down,

rotating her wrist for a closer look .
Her finger is now almost at the tip of her nose.

Eyes converging, she cries out,

“quick take it off before I disappear.”

PR

4/9/2014

Devastation:A to Z Challenge

D is for

Devastation ..that’s what it was!!


It was bedtime, almost. There was still time to play a few video games before mom clamped down and it would be bedtime for real. It was raining outside and the sound of raindrops pinging on the air-conditioner outside the window was my lullaby. It usually put me in a deep sleep and I would wake up ready to conquer my school day, at least that’s what mom said. That was the plan at least until until high tide. 


All day I have been wondering what high tide was. Everybody was talking about it on the news. I found out that night.  High tide is when the ocean push open the front door and come rushing through the house, floating the fridge the stove, the couch, the table, the bed AND THE VIDEO GAMES. It almost floated me!! But daddy grabbed me and brought me upstairs to grandma. Mommy and my big brother ran up the stairs too. Then daddy went back downstairs to save our clothes in the top drawers.

My toys were all gone. When the water went back to the ocean it took them with it. There must be kids in the ocean that needs toys.

 

PR

 

4/04/2014

Forgiveness

IMG_3491Forgiveness

Who has forgiveness to do with? The aggrieved or the offender? Being human with that innate sense of self preservation I wonder if forgiveness isn’t more about forgiving yourself for the hate and vengeance you felt toward that person that did you wrong. And much less about forgiving the person that did the wrong. Last night for some reason while in a reflective mode I was remembering how adamant I was about this person not darkening my door step. Ever again. He had permanent occupancy on my shit list, as we used to say back in the day. I started thinking about how much I had contributed to being treated poorly by him. I was young and stupid and presented myself as doormat material, and I was used as such. I now realize he too was young and stupid. And two young and stupids equaled the end result I got.

He waited a long time to be forgiven by me and told me so which surprised me. I had no idea he had been waiting and hoping. I guess both parties do benefit from forgiveness.
Wisdom is a hell of a thing. How boring that it comes only over a long time and after serious water under the bridge.

PR

3/24/2014

TAPS

Arms outstretched mimics an airplane as he moved through the crowded sidewalk, banking to the right, banking to the left, then right again.  Thinning the crowd as he claimed space among pedestrians, he crouched, right hand with drumstick wobbling between soiled fingers then in syncopated rhythm on the concrete sidewalk. Left arm extended skyward, grasping a trumpet flailing through the air. He brings pedestrians to a teetering halt as he drums at their feet. He looks up revealing weathered, sun beaten features, smudged cheeks, and matted disheveled hair.  With a twinkle in his eyes, through a snaggletooth grin he asks,“ How are you little lady?” As he stands upright he brings the trumpet to dried lips and begins to blow TAPS. He is no longer invisible. The crowd slows, heads turn, all in full gaze and focused on the player. Time slowed, scurrying had eased to a crawl. And the crowd was forced to attention. TAPS had struck a chord.

Link to TAPS played on a horn

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=Military+Taps&Form=VQFRVP#view=detail&mid=5A04AC3C5F8C7EAEBAD45A04AC3C5F8C7EAEBAD4

Link to TAPS played on a bugle and its history

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=taps&qpvt=taps&FORM=VDRE#view=detail&mid=37F14F8A51B2ABC38B4C37F14F8A51B2ABC38B4C

“Day is done, gone the sun

From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky

All is well, safely rest

God is nigh….”

PR

9/20/2013