
base metals to glass
transmuted in fiery maw
alchemist’s magic

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Collage

base metals to glass
transmuted in fiery maw
alchemist’s magic

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Collage
demon shadows play
mock me from bedroom ceiling
as I lay sleepless



pawsit pawsitive
pawsibilities upawn
pawsing pawnderings
(posit positive
possibilities upon
pausing ponderings)


I put up walls to hide who I really was.
I tried to create the persona I thought
you wanted me to be, but those
carefully constructed illusions didn’t hold up, and so
you saw right through me.
I put on masks, and tried to smile and pretend
that everything was fine, just fine… but
I’ve never been a very good pretender, and so
you saw right through me.
I thought I needed to become someone I’m not, but I
finally realized I couldn’t hide;
There was, in fact, no need to hide.
I simply had to be who I truly am
because even then – as it turned out –
you saw right through me
as if I wasn’t even there,
as if I were, indeed,
just an illusion.
The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Illusion

early morning walk
shadowed by fleeting shadows
come noon they’ll be gone



The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Transient

It’s not an order, necessarily,
nor a mere suggestion.
It’s something in between.
Maybe an insistent affirmation that
you can do this, so…
do it!
So when the coach gives the order to go,
I go, knowing that yes, I can do this,
and knowing that – in short order –
I’ll be able to do even more.
That’s just the order of things in life.

The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Order

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

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!
#WeekendCoffeeShare is graciously hosted by Emily at NerdintheBrain.com. You can go there to check out what others are sharing over coffee this weekend.

In order to survive
when fight nor flight are options,
sometimes we have to
hide in place
until the danger passes.
Once the danger passes
we may dare to thrive again.
Sometimes we must
reveal ourselves
in order to survive.

The Daily Post daily one-word prompt: Survive