Second blog -- answers to an ocean of prompts |
Prompt: “A gush of bird-song, a patter of dew, A cloud, and a rainbow's warning, Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue– An April day in the morning.” ---------- Where I am, this April morning is humid and hot. The kind of exquisite mornings the quote hints at, I said goodbye to those in February. Although, at this time on 10:36 in the morning--according to the time on my laptop--I still have the doors and windows open, to air the house, and in another half-hour to an hour, I'll have to close everything and turn on the AC, since it is very humid today and the temp may hit high 80s or even a 90 something. Yet, I remember April mornings of long ago in LI, NY, when we lived with our children in a house with a two-acre yard filled with oak trees and bird songs and perfect blue skies. But life goes on. Now my grown-up children have their own homes and lives, and I am left here by myself, although nothing's too bad, and I can't complain of the weather since the warmer climate is good for arthritis and its co-dwellers in my body. So, I may go out on the porch in a little while and expose my knees to the direct beams of the sun to get the best kind of vitamin D3. |
Prompt: When life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles. -- Winnie The Pooh Write about this in your Blog entry today. -------- To be frank, I’m all puddled out. Playing in the puddles, I suppose, is good when you’re a pooh bear, not when you’re an 80 yr. old woman. I find, however, the idea of putting things into a sunnier perspective and allowing myself a moment of reflection--before jumping straight back into living the immediate life and handling the daily toil and challenges--works okay for me as it lets me see a situation through completely different eyes. And who knows, sometimes, I can even come up with a new way to tackle the challenges. In general, though, writing down what needs to be taken care of and doing it immediately, knowing what may distract me, not multitasking if I can help it, and sticking to a daily ritual make my life go smoother. Then, in every day affairs, being able to laugh at my own goof-ups helps, too. I guess that can be substituted for playing in the puddles. |
Prompt:"Make a Mistake" Write a poem for the first day of National Poetry Month. Have fun. -------------- April One soon April will commence fully from beneath the surging time when I have perched on the edge of memory where, through oak trees a ghostly light shines down on dark woods, but here-around me-are the Windmill Palms, their hands opening high to the sky, for blessed indeed are the songs of warblers and sparrows yet, again, I'm a fool today with my naive poetry its lines executed so hastily then to be left alone like a wet painting . |