Let a chilly quote inspire you to share your cold experiences and photos, or write a chilly story, or poem, Feel free to borrow my photos this week if they help you feel a twinge of chill.
When February arrives, we know that spring is not far behind
We dream of putting away our woolies and think of flowers ready to bloom
The angle of the sun is changing and the morning light seems different now
Just a few more chilly days and then we’ll welcome spring
I want to walk outside early in the morning but it’s still cold so I only venture out to check the temperature and to take a few pictures of the sunrise. Our weather changes so rapidly at the end of winter that we jump directly from being quite cold to “ I need to turn on the fan” weather. So whatever is left of cold weather, we should savor.
We are lucky to have all four seasons where we live. Each season comes with its own beauty. The winter season is followed by spring. Spring gives way to summer and autumn follows summer. All are welcomed with a sigh of relief as it brings a much-awaited change. In fact, my favorite season is the changing season!
Your February challenge is to write a tanka poem about a dear person or companion animal
Write a tanka poem in English or Spanish about a dear person or pet in English or Spanish. Tanka format is five unrhymed lines, syllable count; 5-7-5-7-7. Deadline: Sunday, February 5, noon CST (GMT-6). G-rated please. If you are a blogger, please publish your poem on your website with the hashtag #ffpoemapop and link to this page by Feb. 5
This is the first time I’ve come across this song!
I made you think you don’t understand
I used to think that happiness could only be something That happened to somebody else Everybody believed, everybody but me, yeah, yeah And I’ve been hurt so many times before That my hopes was dying, I was so sick of trying Everybody could see, everybody but me, yeah, yeah But then you came into my life, you opened up my softer side And I could see into your eyes And suddenly, I realized
I made you think you don’t understand All the times you didn’t understand Why you couldn’t just be my man I made you think you don’t understand There were many walls you had to climb If you really wanted to be mine I made you think you don’t understand After all the hoops I put you through Now I see that I’m in love with you Now, I hope you finally understand
So many tears I had to cry But you had many more of your own you had to dry But you stuck it out and you’re here with me now, yeah, yeah And remembering the days I pushed away your love You called my bluff and you still stayed around Yeah, you figured me out Said, You got me down And there’s no way to lie to you, you know me better than I do Baby, ooh, you see me through I’d be no good without you
I made you think you don’t understand All the times you didn’t understand Why you couldn’t just be my man I made you think you don’t understand There were many walls you had to climb If you really wanted to be mine I made you think you don’t understand After all the hoops I put you through Now, I see that I’m in love with you Now, I hope you finally understand, Oh
Baby, won’t you listen now? Can’t you see just what I’m talkin’ ’bout? Said, baby, won’t you listen now? Can’t you see just what I’m talking about? Time went on, and I was wrong To keep my distance for so long So afraid, you wouldn’t stay But you never turned away Always right by my side You’re forever in my life Don’t you go, ’cause now I know That in you, I’ve found a home Now I can see into your eyes Suddenly, I realize
I made you think you don’t understand All the times you didn’t understand Why you couldn’t just be my man I made you think you don’t understand There were many walls you had to climb If you really wanted to be mine I made you think you don’t understand After all the hoops I put you through Now I see that I’m in love with you
Camera in hand she looks for landscape and nature to photograph, something that would win the admiration of her friends, and perhaps someone would even pay for it.
The camera was an extravagance and now she needed to justify its purchase, not to others but to herself for she wasn’t happy with the idea of her being a wasteful person.
Shooting pictures from a digital camera shouldn’t be difficult, the guy who sold it to her even showed her how it was done so she followed his advice and just pointed the camera and clicked the button.
Excitedly she viewed the results of her efforts; her smile faded when all she saw one blur after another; these photos were no good at all.
Dejectedly, she stowed the camera in her cupboard thinking that it was another failed effort, an adventure that flopped like a high-billed movie that had no story.
It was her son who discovered her out-of-focus photos were of some use after all when erasing the memory card of the camera, he noticed that they would make great screen savers, and sold them for a good amount to one of his acquaintance who wanted to buy them.
So, for today’s poetics I thought we should all give another go to resolutions. I share five random pieces of advice. Weave any one of them in a poem in whichever way you want to. Use it as a springboard for your verse. It could be a resolution poem for yourself or maybe a family member or friend. If none of these advice inspires you, write a poem on your very own resolution.
“Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand*”
She finished lacing up her thigh high leather heeled boots. Standing up, she did a once over in the floor length mirror, checking to make sure that her short skirt was short enough that despite the height of her boots, there was plenty of skin between the hem of the skirt and the top of the boots. She did a quick wiggle to make sure the skirt didn’t ride up too high, and that the rest of her stayed where it was supposed to within the confines of her dress. Satisfied, she grabbed her jacket and headed out.
As she walked down the street, she could feel the goosebumps break out all over her body, although she didn’t know why. It was just a normal night, just like any other, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. She pushed the uneasy feeling aside, and took her spot on the side of the street, waiting for her shift to begin.( Marla’s Part)
Her unease increased as time passed. She had just one passerby ask her for the merchandise which she provided but the payment was still pending.
Suddenly the air was full of loud screams. Someone was in severe agony or frightened out of their wits. She grabbed her bag which had all the merchandise in it and made for the taxi stand. Before she could hail the taxi coming from the other side, she was blinded by the halogen lights of a fast-approaching car towards her.
January 30, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the dishes. It can be the every-single-day activity, a precious collection, or any other interpretation of dishes as objects or activities. Who is stuck with the dishes and why? Go where the prompt leads!
We all have different approaches when it comes to doing the dishes. I like to wash them as they are dirtied, a piled up kitchen sink is not acceptable.
My eldest daughter uses the dishwasher, rinsing them when she has enough for a load and then running it. She says it conserves water and time.
My youngest loves washing dishes by hand. She says it relaxes her and she’d insist on doing them whenever she gets the chance!
The rest of the family, like my husband or grandson, are still under the tutelage on how to wash the dishes!