objects in mirror
are
closer than they appear
especially once you’ve finished
reading all the mirror
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Distant
Oh, there you are! My imaginary friend! I’m glad you showed up. I’m feeling a bit sad today. Well, maybe not “sad” so much… just lonely, I guess.
Anyway, now that you’re here, let’s play! Wanna sing songs? It’s extra fun when we make up our own words to the tunes. Or we could lay in the grass and watch the clouds go by. We can pick out shapes that look like animals and tell stories about what they’re doing up there in the sky.
What’s that you say? You don’t have time to play with me? But imaginary friends always have time to play! They never change; they’re supposed to be there whenever you need them.
Yes, that’s what I said; they never change. Well, sure, I guess you do look older. But that’s okay, ‘cuz I still feel just as young as the day you first…
… imagined me.
Oh.
So you’re real and I’m the imaginary friend. And now that you’re older you don’t need me anymore? I see.
No, no… I understand. I’m okay. It’s just… sad.
Well, you go on, then. I know you’re busy. I’ll just sit here and…
Hey! There’s a little girl over there. She looks kind of sad, don’t you think? Or maybe not “sad” so much… just lonely.
Excuse me, little girl. My name is Imogene. Wanna play? I know lots of cool games! You’re real, right? ‘Cuz – you know – I’m kind of… imaginary.
You’ll play with me? Great!
What? Oh, that girl I was talking to over there? Yes, we’re friends. We used to hang out together a lot when she was your age, but now…
… now she doesn’t imagine as well as she used to.
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Imaginary
I buff the bike seat with my bum
pedaling with intensity
the cycle moves me toward my goals
stationary though it be.
I buff the barbell with my hands
calloused palms on knurly steel
the heavier the load I lift
the less weighed down my spirits feel
I wash the floor with pools of sweat
through workouts challenging and tough
but in the end, it’s all worthwhile
my washboard abs are really buff
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Buff
If we were having coffee…
I’d offer you some cold brew out on the deck. We’re finally getting some sun and warmth and blue skies and flowers and singing birds. I love it!
Now that my kitchen is functional, I’ve turned my focus on the yard. I’ve started moving the seven cubic yards of wood chips from where they’ve been camped all winter just outside of my back yard gate. I need to clear access for the fence installers that are coming next week to set up a new fence along my back property line and replace the gate on the street side.
Is it just me, or does this pile of wood chips resemble George Washington’s Mt Rushmore carving?
It will be a solid privacy fence. What’s that saying… “Good fences make good neighbors.”
Hold on… I want to look up who actually said that. Probably rude of me to hop on the computer while I have guests, but it will only take a sec.
Ah… Robert Frost. And it’s not a saying, it’s a line from a poem, Mending Wall. Interesting. I didn’t know that.
Frost writes about stones falling from the wall that separates his property from his neighbor’s. In the spring it’s time to mend the wall.
A few excerpts:
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go…
They work together until they come to the end of the wall.
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
The poet presses the point:
“Why do they make good neighbors?
…
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense…”
The neighbor continues working for a bit.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’
You may read the entire poem here:
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/mending-wall
*****
Sorry for the interruption of our coffee date, but I get curious about things. And I learned something new!
My neighbors and I don’t have apple trees and pine trees between us. They have an eclectic collection of – how shall I say this – crappy junk! I have daffodils, grape hyacinth, California poppies and St John’s wort.
Maybe they hate looking at my flowers as much as I hate seeing their junk. Who knows? But I’m so excited for the new fence! The installers will set the posts and show me how to put on the boards. It costs less if I do some of the work myself. And we all know how much I love to attempt new DIY projects.
Maybe I’ll write my own poem about putting up my fence. Seriously. Okay, so I’m no Robert Frost, and my vinyl fence won’t be as picturesque as a countryside stone wall. But I’ll give it a shot. We all know how much I love to attempt poetry.
I guess I got a bit preoccupied today with fences and walls and neighbors and Robert Frost. And I’ve had too much caffeine now, so I’m antsy to get to work on… something. It won’t be shoveling wood chips today. It’s too hot. I have lots of projects to choose from, though.
Thanks for stopping by today. I hope you have a great week!
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I needed a break today from shoveling in the hot sun.
As luck would have it, I got just the break I needed:
Moral of the story: hard work pays off.
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Reprieve
