Wordless Wednesday 6.13.18

Posted on June 13, 2018 by Maggie C

on wings

Posted on June 12, 2018 by Maggie C

Scissors in one hand, hen in the other, a couple of quick snips and the wing tips swirl to the ground. Keeps ‘em from ‘flying the coop’, the farmer says. He releases the hen. She takes a moment to regain her balance, then runs to the opposite side of the pen where she flaps and clucks her objections. Isn’t it rather cruel to clip their wings, I wonder? Nah, the farmer says. It doesn’t hurt them, and ‘sides, if they don’t like it, they can leave. The farmer chuckles at the irony of his own joke and reaches for another hen.

boundless sky beckons
anticipation takes flight
gravity prevails

dVerse Haibun Monday — Complexity of Freedom

WPC – Last Call

Posted on May 30, 2018 by Maggie C

The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge will be ending as of this month, so for the final wrap up I am sharing some of my favorite photos that I have taken over the years. Some you may have seen on this blog before, some not. I hope you enjoy them.

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: All-Time Favorites

Dog Weather

Posted on May 22, 2018 by Maggie C

Come outside, it’s raining!

Damp tree scents tickle our noses;
delicious, earthy chills.

Raindrops splash in puddles.
Watch them dance; taste the freshness.

Hear the rain trickle through
moss-furred branches overhead.
Feel the wet soaking in.

Then back inside to shake it all off.

dVerse Quadrille: Don’t rain on my parade!
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Liquid

The Grand Scheme

Posted on May 11, 2018 by Maggie C

This week’s Daily Post photo challenge asks “Where do you belong?” and the challenge is to “show us your Place in the World … give us a glimpse of who you are in the grand scheme of things.”

In the grand scheme of things… hmm.

To begin with, my place in the world is under the sun.

That’s the grand scheme part. But where do I belong?

I belong in the space where the currant bush that was given to me by my sister grows.

I belong where I can watch the changing of the seasons on an ivy-covered wall.

I belong where wildlife visitors are welcome to drop in (with some notable exceptions, i.e. rodents and wasps).

I belong where I can share a red table, a blue chair and a quasi-green lawn with a white dog.

The place where I feel most at home is — well, at home.

But in the grander scheme, my thoughts and energy, and even these words I’m typing right now reach far beyond the expanse of greenery that surrounds my home. So for a glimpse of who I am, get a glimpse of who you are, and there you will find me, too.

Unless you’re a rodent. Or a wasp.

Off the Wall

Posted on April 30, 2018 by Maggie C

Forty scientists and engineers and
computer programmers toil each year,
a million bucks per annum spent,
a decade now, with price so dear.

Another study of fifty years,
such value held in answers sought,
in labs where winged subjects die,
though scientists claim it’s not for aught.

The topic: vast data processed in flight,
motion and movement sensitivity;
the interconnections of brain nerve cells
that exceed computer capabilities.

Complex, for sure, but fifty years?
Such lengthy studies in part explained;
the task of handling small electrodes
when attaching them to house fly brains.

Now, I may not a scientist be,
but the question I would like explored
is why flies crash into window panes
instead of flying out open doors.

NaPoWriMo Challenge, Day 30 (final day): write a poem that engages with a strange and fascinating fact.