
She is a lady
You may admire her slip
You have to be quick
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She is delicate
Shyness not her specialty
But wilts easily
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #188 Quick&Slip

She is a lady
You may admire her slip
You have to be quick
〰〰〰〰〰〰〰
She is delicate
Shyness not her specialty
But wilts easily
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #188 Quick&Slip

Wednesday, I suppose I should not utter any profanity, or words such as, not distinct, middle of the road, but I have no compunction in doing so. I have the urge on this day for a different twist on what some people refer to as “it’s almost over”, as if the days before were an unfortunate experience. Try as they might they are transfixed, and only wish to be a visitor in some other place, another world possibly, where days of the week are a wabi-sabi experience. I smirk, envisioning their faces as an updraft transports them to another dimension. Being an octagonal world, they now have eight times the timespan of an earth week. They should have processed how to exist here on earth, in the everyday, not always wishing for Wednesday to pass.
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/02/12/wordle-186/
This is a video from a FB friend. We’ve been on Red Mountain Pass in this weather many times. And there is a drop off on the left of the screen, a fatal one.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/191297150157/permalink/10160102646420158/

I’ll stir it a bit, my lovely brew
It’s the only way I can be with you
I’ll write a poem, maybe a story
About you and me, it will feature glory
Love that’s boundless if it could
Never mind the “if we should”
It’s there, it’s real, it’s here to last
Never worry about our pasts
I’ll write about it, stir the pot
Hoping you will forget me not.
February is flying by, or is it just me? Snowy, cold, but at least January (blecc) is gone. Not my favorite, a let down after the holiday season, everyone getting back into mundane routines, dreary, cold and just plain yucky.
But then there’s February, the month of love….a busy, warmer more sunny month! And here it is Monday with ceenphotography.com and her Share Your World post with her curious as a cat questions, or was that me, the cat? I digress. . .
Here’s a copy of her post:
My answers:
1. I’ve tried to be, but I can never keep a straight face, dang it!
2. I’ve always cut my own hair. I’ve had pixie, short, medium and long. I only cut the bangs now and have long hair which one of my sisters refers to as “witchy on older women”. So be it, we hardly agree on anything!😂
3. I don’t think so. We each had a doll I think. I wasn’t much for them, considering how much I love children, seems odd to me now. My sisters used to hang theirs from the bedposts. Maybe that’s why I didn’t care for them. Freud, anyone?
Wednesday we’re going to Denver to the art museum to celebrate my oldest granddaughter’s birthday. She was and is our special valentine. Certainly looking forward to it, she’ll be 22. Hard to believe💓 Here she is, knowing at this age what she wanted to be when she grew up!
http://ceenphotography.com/2018/02/12/share-your-world-february-12-2018/
Whenever I hear the word love, I am reminded of my husband. I am an incurable romantic, and honestly, I wouldn’t like it any other way. But he was a scientist, and grew up in a totally different world than me. If I ever brought up the subject of love, he would quote Burt Lancaster from his favorite movie, an adaptation of Sinclair Lewis’ book, “Elmer Gantry”.
“Love is the morning and the evening star” he would say, looking upward, which just made me laugh. I don’t know what SL meant by that statement. My husband would never talk seriously about love or romance. He always made me laugh which irritated the heck out of me. Of course that’s also one of the reasons I loved him for 47 years.
According to the Sinclair Lewis Society:
“Although almost all of his (Elmer Gantry) sermons seem to be variations on “love is the morning and the evening star” (a phrase he “borrows” from the noted atheist Robert Ingersoll), he is able to be successful because he tells people what they want to hear, even though he does not believe it himself.”
The actual quote of Robert Ingersoll:
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.”

Soft sweet dreams
A good night’s sleep
Awake to warm sunlight
Listening to birdsong
Scents of newly mown grass
Viewing colorful wild flowers
Shade of maple leaves
Freedom of a slow lazy swing
My idea of euphoria
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/02/11/sunday-writing-prompt-241-euphoria/

Mother
Always present
Loving, hugging, helping
Kindly courage guided parents
Grandma
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2018/02/10/saturday-mix-lucky-dip-10-february-2018/
“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” is my pick this week. I love the video featured below.
Ferris Bueller (Matthew Broderick) has an uncanny skill at cutting classes and getting away with it. Intending to make one last duck-out before graduation, Ferris calls in sick, “borrows” a Ferrari, and embarks on a one-day journey through the streets of Chicago. On Ferris’ trail is high school principal Rooney (Jeffrey Jones), determined to catch him in the act.
Featured song: Oh Yeah

Cuddle up, snow on the way
What happened to my sunny day
Tomorrow’s forecast has snow plus sleet
Wow I can’t seem to warm my feet
Blankets piled, coffee served
Icy leaves have been curved
Close the drapes, should have used plastic
Didn’t think I needed to be that drastic
Weather rules, no use to deny it
Where’s my slippers, I need to defy it
Cuddle, huddle, stay away from the puddles
No use to fight, Mother Nature befuddles.
What happened to my sunny day?
Cuddle up, snow on the way!
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/02/10/weekend-writing-prompt-41-weather/
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